Logic Of Horror

About how small changes in perspective can make us do things that may seem cruel to some, but necessary to others

She’s not cruel by nature

But times begin to change for the worse

And she must make a decision that will forever hurt

To scar her body, already on the verge of scorched ruin

And bring traumas and phantoms at night

Or burn out her damaged shell on an already damaged life

 

To whitewashed rooms and sterile halls

To the power of death over life within the walls

A light bought into the world through a mistake

So easily erased

And the damaged shell in the dark

So empty, so afraid

 

A cold logic under the laws of horror

But which is worse

To deny the life of a secret child

Or raise them here

An existence truly cursed

 

Perspective can easily sway, to condone or condemn

Wouldn’t you have done the same thing then?

Would you let your body be so torn and defiled?

Or would you herald in a twisted world in for the crippled child

 

A cold logic under the laws of horror

But which is worse

To deny the life of a secret child

Or raise them here

An existence truly cursed

 

The little light unknowingly fed a concoction that can only lead to death

Medicated and disrupted, bleeding out before the end

Sentenced to a cruel sentence before the drawing of breath

Erase this neglected and parasitic union 

The End

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