Dusk set upon the shoulders of a distant past, Bringing forth the truth of yesterday, Bearing the weight of the not-so-real, And imagined fear. What once happened in the night is revealed in the day, But you still don't know your name, --Only your sex-- And that's because someone had to tell you.
Too far gone for a lesson in trust, I'm afraid that where I stand Is where you lay, Immobile to the light of day.