Being King Being

I roam in my domain;
I snarl and scratch and
Tear at the walls.
I strike with precision-
Then retire to my lair
To clean the bones.
I dominate and frustrate.
I radiate and emanate.
I eliminate and confiscate.
I am everything within my
World.  I am King being.
I reign supreme.
I do no not venture out,
And others do not venture in-
It is understood.

8/26/96 

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About ~Drew

I am a survivor of childhood torture. Each day, I put one foot in front of the other, moving forward. To do any less would spell my own destruction. My music/poetry/prose deal with the devastating effect of this kind of abuse on a human being: me. My experiences/thoughts/ideas/misconceptions are exposed here for all to see. Here. I am lain bare, naked, hidden only be the cloak of anonymity.
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