a man who sits on his hands
who's indecision hides under a guise of kindness
a man who will take everything with him in the end
who's kindness serves only to destroy
a man who is afraid to act
to stand by himself
a man afraid to believe
afraid to think
a man who walks with his eyes cast down
who's spent his whole life in wonder
a man who connects easily and disconnects slowly
who's caught in a web of inaction
a man who leaves sentences without full stops
who leaves full stops without follow ups
who's full of black ink
full of perversion
who struggles to meet the eyes of those he loves
a man swallowed by an undertow
a man hurtling toward oblivion
with fingers in his ears
a meek smile on his lips
and sheer terror in his eyes
a doomed man