Z/ ANGEL, DEVIL, MISFIT.

ANGEL, DEVIL, MISFIT.
sneak

Another wasted Sunday.
The fall-out of last night.
A skinhead on my shoulders -
who won't turn out the light.
Paracetamol deliverance.
Please chase my pain away.
Security in silence,
on this hung-over day.
A torn and faded photograph.
A younger, purer me.
As white as parchment paper.
With no life history.
Now tattered, creased and soiled.
From infancy to this.
Unshaven and dishevelled.
A toxic ridden kiss.
To count the cost is futile.
Life happens while you wait.
Waiting for a 'Something' -
that always comes too late.
Perversions manifesting -
in a mind abused by time.
A body sold at auction -
with bruises just like mine.
Angel, devil, misfit.
Forgive me of my skin.
It's tender touch so tempting -
to the hormones held within.
Memories forbidden.
A gilt edged frame laid bare.
The picture in my sweaty palm -
reveals the same blank stare.
Lost in a world of madness.
The child with eyes so old.
A mirror to my yesteryear -
reflects a view so cold.
Debauchery and buggery.
Sex, abuse and vice.
My eyes now void of innocence.
This loss, my fatal price.

sneak technique.