Look what you’ve done to an
Innocent mind
Look what you’ve done to the
Young and clean
Vulture of a child
Ominous, looming, the
Next time you see it
The form will have changed
Of a starry blue sky, mono-
Xian utopia,
Itching to feel the
Caress of you
Presence and
Eulogy to the no longer
Remembered
Souls
And watch me, watch me,
Under close supervision
Die.