T-I beat my fists in hate- br P-You are the arbiter of agony br M-So I dismiss, with apathy br R-My oft-hidden desire br P-For fantasy dances with you br br T-This is a firm statement br P-Yours is the despot of disarray br M-From whom which, I walk away br R-Into introversion - br P-So I may toy with fables br br Do you see, how you run br From my pinkie, to my thumb?br br Lazarus Knixbr br