The voices, yours, his, theirs, projects images in my mind which helps keep me less than sane. The laughs and the scorns as he turns a full circle to observe his surroundings, a mockery of society screaming that he be crucified and washed clean of his sins and the demons that dwell in him. And then the devil himself leans in and whispers softly but clearly, ''you reap what you sow, you fucking fool.''

Crestfallen man