I've seen the world through the eyes of prostitutes, makeshift mob lackeys and the clerk at the drive through.
I have seen the world through the eyes of a child, a horse, an immigrant being deported.
I have laid my head on roads, sidewalks, traintracks.... In your bed.
And yet, I find myself completely niave to my surroundings.
I feel no danger when I touch your hand.
Even though the poison has already hit my bloodstream.
I am feeling faint. I am feeling weak. Suddenly your thoughts consume mine, and become my own.
I am not human anymore.
I am a pawn.
Just keep holding my hand. Wash away our memories with chapel water and pray for the days before I could say no.
Before I knew the majesty and tragedy of what it meant to know your name.
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