neon hate glowered at me with intense pulses of energy I was ostracized...bitterly rejected by the cult groupies of the day they collected like flies incessantly picking at an oozing sore
little maggots of disdain spied me suspiciously I hovered like a vulture at one with the decay they wriggled I scout for my point of entry within the group their maws flapped with juicy gossip of the moment
I hung back they smell my fear the air was thick with them then buzzing my ears and face invading my space
the scepter of sin fell to me I purger not myself in my forbearance I bear it? no...a recluse guard of my sanity it rule me, not I it ridiculed for bedlam I was dethroned
Queen of nothing no more little less than a coward's prayer held me together the court jesters scoffed at my fall a long way down into delirium's bosom where I languish in the hall of fun house mirrors a distortion of truth...no
the visage revealed was acute but true to my dismay I was pale and gaunt I smile at the specter I saw she...