Consumed by inner demons,
I wake in the night to echo of silent SCREAMING.
Nightmares
and
Fear,
Sweat
and
Gasping...

My substantial subconscious refusal to retain
These visions of violence.
S
M
O
K
E
and
F
I
R
E
The daylight in the dripping...B
L
O
O
D.
The fierce flow of forbidden PRIDE.

A sudden tsunami of sensual sensation.
It sweeps away innocence
Like a house before a hurricane.



A warrior is born,
An
Outcast
Made

Sometimes I wish my Hardware was hardwired
To support the software of your soft ways

Would that a simple patch was all I needed
To interface with your "Human Race"

Unfortunate that my Dependence
On outmoded (Obsolete?) Honor,
That my inability to aquiese
to your request
That I subvert my inner strength,
My soul...

For your easy way out attitude
Subjects me to your scorn and derision


But for me there is NO decision.


Forced to choose between
My HONOR and your "society"
There.
Is.
No.
Choice...


Goodbye.