2. Facing The Cradle

This work
It lags behind the others
Yet is ahead of the rest

It seems dead to the touch
But the life is underneath
It feels pain and regret
Yet it knows no emotions
Save for one

I deface it
for its repulsiveness
I enter the scars
onto its surface
I can not penetrate
beyond that

They can not be touched
But they are
constantly in sight

It tries to continue
this glass facade
Where is the reality in it?
Its reality is lost,
alone and empty

I despise it for existing
I despise it for being created
I despise those that created it
I despise it for being alive
I despise it for haunting my dreams

Despite all of this
I still love it

-- La Bete Noire
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