Sustain Me.
                   
     To whom shall I look to forgiveness?  I have regressed and wallowed in
the setting past, and still managed to find time for living.  Unaltered pages
of history tell my future, and I will swallow the truth as it is the only
thing that can nourish me.  I cannot recall the time when I felt without
restrictions.  Laws against what I may wear, what I may say, and what I may
think.  These crimes against humanity are all that may sustain me in these,
my darkest times.
     I will feast on you.  You shall sustain me throughout the shallow
winters.  Can one only pass the time and ask for no other compensation
whether or not than to be alive?  I will never again use my ticket of passion
to greet me the next morning; modestly I will rise to my feet and take a sip
of the only thing that helps.  I know it shall never be forgotten, yet in
some reconstructed way, I will manage to forget... and lose the troubled
pages which make up my life.
     Yes, I know the feast of passion is far beyond forgiveness.  Yet while I
lay in wait, upon this Earth of shallowed shame, it will be you that sustains
me.