Charlie

Alone on a rock... coward

Back to difficulty... coward

Breathing in death... coward

Selfishly drowning... coward

But what are you
afraid of coward?

Will isolation, or running,
or addiction, or numbness,
or love lost find you escape?


Is your freedom so easily won
with the world's slave-making vices?

You cater to falsified fears coward.
They will consume you.
Your name is prey.