This day.
Will I ever be able,
to forget,
this day?
Will I ever,
forget this,
smell?
Forget,
these eyes?
Yesterday,
was bliss.
Yesterday,
everything was known.
Yesterday,
time seemed as if,
froze.
As if,
each moment would be constant.
As if,
each second,
was truly meant.
Now,
there's this.
This,
day.
I wonder,
did I not see society yesterday?
Was I,
in some way mentally chained?
How did I believe,
we were safe?
How did I believe,
that this day,
was absent the ability to happen to,
me?
How,
did I not see?
For,
now I exist absent,
a child.
Now,
I see the evil,
tethered to humanity.
Now,
my life,
the simplicity of my existence,
has been disintegrated entirely.
For,
my daughter.
This being,
which has only seen,
the age of three.
Lies,
front of me.
Her eyes,
stolen by a beast.
Her body,
pierced repeatedly.
Cry,
to the sky,
I do.
Cry,
as I pierce my skin.
Cry,
as,
this day,
ends...
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