Substantial Guilt Vs. The Irony Of Enjoying

And I lay numb, waiting for

Something worse to happen. s

Sweet innocence, it happened

So suddenly. She crossed my path

on the way to nothingness, I knew

That I was encountering an angel

Of purity and in the process

I've quickly understood that I don't

deserve her, none of us, humans, do. beholding such a fatality leave you empty with bitter grief. life seems

To be tarnished and sour, raped

in its very essence, but sorrow is rapidly replaced by frustration,

Envy & despair. dressed in white,

A child alone, so fragile and beautiful

has dawn, to hold her close was exhilarating in a most vicious way.

I felt so weak, yet empowered somehow. one thing leading to

another, I knew then, that if I could not experience nor possess purity,

I would at least try to grasp it and choke the life out of it. and I did,

oh why, I don't know but I did... violently, I've pummeled her face

With my bare fists till she became awfully deformed, bleeding and dying,

all twisted in terror... I, I, I have forcefully replaced every missing

Teeth in her mouth by razor sharp shards of glass, slowly inserting every

piece of glass in the little one's gum. why was I laughing?

I guess that is my art, to inflict upon purity the only thing I can give, and unfortunately it's

not love. I should've feel guilty, I know, but it simply didn't occur.

(As I am unable to put the knife through my own flesh anymore...)