I shall betray you.
I shall expose you to the world.
I shall divulge every little secret you
hold.
And shall induce you to rot
in a
dark corner,
and urine-smeared walls,
and shall force you to behold,
with your own naked eye,
with your own naked soul,
while you are lying there, all alone,
without a mask,
or a fig-leaf,
or a lie,
or a truth,
without a refuge,
or a subterfuge,
how the world,
the whole world,
will go on without you.
And then,
then I shall ask you to deliver my soul.
Yes. I shall ask you to
deliver my soul.
Only you can deliver my soul.
Only a man like you,
a hopeless man like you,
a pitiful,
fallen,
shame-ridden
man like you,
can deliver my soul.
For mine is a kindred soul.
July 1996