Ode to Nick
Piss Moan Scratch

You lead a life that I have come to idolize
and pity at the same time. You devote so much
to something that removes you further and
further from the human condition, an escape
from a social and moral death. And yet, in
your own escape from pain you manage to bring
the world down with you, chasing one step
behind, crushing itself and eventually you as
you near the bottom of this hellbent spiral.

You escape only to hear the cage door being
shut behind you, sealing your fate against
the millstone of life. Is the price you pay
too high, yet? Is the life you lead
meaningless, yet?

And yet this is what you desperately want--
it is to protect you
from your own
vulnerability.

Arrr, matey, arrr. >P)