(Fair Warning: This poem may be disturbing to some, cause it sure as hell was for me.)

His mind was cloaked with fanatic fantasies of indulgence,
Touch starved, poisoned by passionate cravings,
To him, the wrongs felt like rights, the world made no sense...
Ramblings ridden with salacity was only heard as mindless ravings,
"Who cares about stuff like 'age', it makes no difference!"

"The little brat's pristine body is laced with beauty temporary,"
So he tries to justify with a mouth leaking lies,
"Why don't you strip away, and embrace adulthood with me?"
Somewhere in a void of guilt, a sullied soul cries...

"What
The
Hell?!"

Incorrect, immoral, obvious through a childish face,
Yet he never realised he was a sinner so very pathetic...
He was forever fixated, a disgusting disgrace,
"Love has no barriers", he spat out in a voice so sick.

"To truly 'grow up', one must swallow down disgusting repulsion,"
So he tries to rationalize with eyes glinting with yearning...
Exploited to the point of exhaustion,
Why does this reality even exist, so awfully unnerving?

"What
The
Hell?!"

Ripping out screams and struggles of tainted innocence,
Begging through bleeding lips, "Stop, I never wanted this!"
Does he even realise this sin's consequence?
Obscured by oscillating waves of bliss,
Hypnotized by lust so infinitely intense...

Yet, he has the courage to laugh it off as a mere, "accident",
Malice hidden away under the guise of adoration untrue,
Improbable to hide away, impossible to repent...
"What
The
Hell
Is
Wrong
With
You?!"

© Alter Ego