I've posted this poem in other forums, but thought I would share it with you also. The name and imagery comes from one of my favorite furry webcomics, Lacunae.
The band I'm in has started putting this to music.
Feeding the Blind
Sitting Alone in my cage of fear
Tried to temper myself like steel
Numb myself so I can’t feel
All the hurt and pain and tears
Lying, crumbled, broken and scared
Slowly gathering again
Examining each fault in vain
Ritualistic scars I bare
Scrape the knife across my skin
As the blood slow drips and fall
One more mark on skin and soul
For every failure little sin
Sometimes she goes and forces me out
Makes me deal with those about
Awkward stumble I try to cope
Slowly smiles at my false hope
Attempt to engage with those are near
She starts to drink my creeping fear
Titters, laughter at my halting speak
Fear rushes in to my flaming cheeks
Hear her moan as my fear starts to peak
I slam the bars to my cage back in
Feeding the blind is all I am
Such a pet, he’s such a dear
Feel the radiating fear
Feeds my body, makes me feel
Does it of his own free will
Little push and off he goes
Whispered hopes, encouragements
Tries to make himself not feel
Everything he strips feels so real
I think he enjoys it as much as me
Not held by any bond you see
Becomes this little blind’s best friend
Sitting alone in my cage of fear
Nurse my wounds and soothe my soul
Prepare myself in the whole
Give blind love all my fear
Drake
