Things were bad from the start Eddie,
but then your tether was cut
like skin from a corpse.
Mother told you they were whores.

Plain fields
endless, cold Wisconsin nights
alone, alone, alone again.
What could fill the spaces Ed?
Deviantly hoarding
your post-mortem treasures,
your mind a jungle of frayed wires
and twisted psalms.

Your confession was as easy as pie.
Did you feel better where the walls were white?
Away from the familiarity that plunged you
into perfect madness?

Ed, you were a monster. Humanity was lost
on you. But it is the human in me
that makes me long to understand...