En Mort

something I wrote and just found again today

In death we find our lost innocence

buried alive in the darkest corners of our minds

and with lost words

we forget to say

it was nothing that you have done

but everything that I am.

London, Paris, and Tokyo

their destruction was for my enjoyment alone

I released my hunger upon

every delectable death.

Just to feel the finding of

the innocence I forced you to lose

but with my death

no innocence shall be found

just the darkness that goes along

with the ending of a

life filled with nothingness.