Who are you, my pariah friend?
You've nudged me to this doubting end.
Is the tiny seed of who you are
Crumpled in this vortex star?

Do the specters come at night,
Sprinkling your eyes with frozen light?
Do the rain clouds do your bidding,
Embracing your mind, the blackness ridding?

Are you trapped in golden song,
Wherein lies no right or wrong?
Do you weep blood for all unreal,
No charity, or comfort feel?

Do the mirrors shriek your name,
Upon your face to place the blame?
Have I known you, have I seen
Enough of you, some hope to glean?

Do you breathe beauty, swirling white
Clouds upon your heart so bright?
Does the earth beneath you tremble,
Your weak grasp to disassemble?

Are the faces all a blur,
Shadows in the mist, to slur the
Images of solid mind,
Nevermore your steps to find?

I've never swam the breeze you drink,
Can't comprehend the way you think.
For once a world is locked to me,
Unable now to set you free.

I miss you, though I never knew
The layer of your soul that's true.
I have been crushed, nothing to give,
Beneath the echo that you live.

So friend, if you decide to leave
Consumed in all that you conceive,
Forsaking all reality,
I ask you this: remember me.