Molested by desire, crucified by denial.
               Nature's sickness, a malady of the will.
               You scream with your eyes&emdash;they are all deaf.
               As this filth penetrates you,
               Apathy begs for someone to notice.

               Silently trembling, . . . the animal returns.
               Your sanctuary is a menagerie of lies.

               In their everydayness, they scurry around the table of blindness. Confused by
               their ambiguity,
               the finger of blame has turned upon itself as ignorance.

               In the wake of awareness, betrayal strangles all
               obligations of care. Your idle talk is worthless.
               Years past, you turned your head.
               Forgiveness is beyond the divine.

               All dead inside. What did you expect?
               The brood of wickedness consumes all little ones in its
               inferno, feeding from the heart of the hopeless.
               Once the garden of smiles,
               now tainted by the seed of despair.
               My ugly one, you deserve to burn.

               Are you tired?&emdash;wanting to go to sleep
               under the blanket of tenderness?
               You are truly the beautiful in the eyes of my love.

               The monster never dies,
               always lurking in the closet of fear.
               Lucifer's bastard, parent's neglect.
               Hell is for children.

                             - Jon Mills, Psy.D.
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