Lost in the fog br of my great expectations br br I sit br motionless...emotionless br br like a wretched br Punk Gothic br Miss Havesham br br dressed in the rags br of what might have been br br & what br ...wasn’t. br br My heart br a hurt br br I nurse br br grief greedy br as a suckling child br br clasped upon br my breast br br eating it’s way through to my heart. br br Chained by the cobwebs br of loneliness br br to this br sorrow br br this br grief br br that won’t be br assuaged. br br A mirror br captures my reflection. br br An animal br I howl. br br The moon disowns me. br br Eaten alive br by candlelight br & shadow br br the flames br inviting me br br to dance br br once again.