Leper with a dream.

He was a leper with a dream ,
Of whores and harlots ,
In a distant realm..

He had plans of the good life ,
Of bright lights and big cities,
The world at the edge of his knife..

He was queer , yet opiniated ,
Divided by his demons ,
A somber heretic..

He dreamt all day , of wants and needs ,
Never moved a muscle ,
An empty soul with nothing to feed ,

And he hopes for more ,
A stranger in a strange land..
Lost and washed ashore..

And nothing was left to hurt ,
A broken whisper ,
Building his empire of dirt..

From the shards of a dream ,
To the twist of his fantasy ,
God smoking a sunbeam ,
To him , was reality.


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