If I told you to touch it, would you?
I don’t think you would.
I really don’t think you would.
You crave loneliness.
You do things in the dark.
It’s not like I don’t know who you are.
I see you not holding your words in truth.
I hear you doing bad things.
I touch your ugliness all the time.
You have not fooled me.
It’s not as if I lost my senses.
You keep trying to hide things, believing each time you succeeded.
You wonder why it happened that way.
If I told you I would kill it, would you let me?
Allow me to stop its suffering.
Allow me to stop the contortions.
Have it not scamper to an unknown spot,
Never to be found again.
Your misery vanished.
I don’t think you could handle it.
I really don’t think you could.
You like darkness.
I wonder if you really do.
You might stay there forever.
What would you do?
What could I do to you?