Something I threw together, just because he seems like he's not going to be dropping...
Alone with the Enemy
A ROBIN on broken wings, destined to fall on feathers faded,
Simply jaded, exhausted from their flight--- finally made it.
The flourescents dimming, leaving a wounded, flightless bird.
Alone with fate, a creature spawned of hate--- just a word.
Clenched fists, unable to defend himself from all his thoughts.
Distilled through his mind, just to find himself easily caught.
BLANKET pulled over him, eyes closed in vain attempts to shield him.
Unable to think straight, taking the bait; a lone fish, left to swim.
Hues of hatred in the mirror above the scorched wood of his bed.
Staring down at him, the reflection of his faults his actions led.
Alone with himself, in the captivity of a ruthless, eternal entity.
Because of everyone's faults, we're all our own constant enemy.