UNEQUIVOCAL CURRENT OLDER HOST CONTACT GUEST BOOK PROFILE DISCLAIMER Here. Here I lie. Pale, wasted, With my throat exposed, my head Thrown back. In such silence I have tasted Love. My lovers always said I was too kind. But my faces Fit poorly, and my eyes were much too red. Kindness... what of that? My stasis Now defines the ending: This is my attempt at being gracious. So... here I lie. White eyed. Thin lipped. Pallid. Sullen. But the mask has never slipped. NEXT PREVIOUS