A Compulsion

Nonentity, no more than a compulsion.
A feeling that has never taken form.
Hauntingly, it steals the soul away,
as chemically, the particles are played.

He isn't fooling anyone at all.
They simply look at him and see
the fall that's written all across his face;
then cross themselves and pray away
the traces of the hatred binding him.

Nonentity, no more than a compulsion.
Mere feeling that has never taken form.
Hauntingly, it steals the soul away.
As chemically, the particles are played.
He isn't fooling anyone at all...

? Michaelette ?

6/8/2003
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