and I lay numb, waiting for something worst to happen.
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sweet innocence, it happened so suddenly.
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she crossed my path on the way to nothingness,
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I knew that was encountering an angel of purity
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and in the process I've quickly understood that I don't deserve her,
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none of us, humans, do.
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beholding such a fatality leave you empty with bitter grief.
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life seem to be tarnished and sour, raped in its very essence,
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but sorrow is rapidly replaced by frustration, envy and despair.
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dressed in white, a child alone,
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so fragile and beautiful has dawn,
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to hold her close was exhilarating in a most vicious way.
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I felt so weak, yet empowered somehow.
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One thing leading to another, I knew then,
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that if I could not experience nor possess purity,
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I would at least try to grasp it and choke the life out of it.
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and I did, oh why, I don't know but I did... violently,
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I've pummelled her face with my bare fists till she became awfully deformed,
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bleeding and dying, all twisted in terror...
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I, I, I have forcefully replaced every missing teeth in her mouth
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by razor sharp shards of glass,
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slowly inserting every piece of glass in the little one's gum.
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why was I laughing?
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I guess that is my art, to inflict upon purity the only thing I can give,
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and unfortunately it's not love.
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I should've feel guilty, I know, but it simply didn't occur.
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(As I am unable to put the knife trough my own flesh anymore...)
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Substantial Guilt Vs. The Irony Of Enjoying
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Ion Dissonance |