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