Dirty, sullied innocence born upon terminally dark days
Misfit, shapeless- lonely orb of shadowy decay
Nothing simple within the fading countenance of infant inability
Evil clay-like core of matter splitting her innocence increasingly

Out to sea, far away only to sink like cement blocks
Wretched door to finding peace has yet to be unlocked
Insistent aberrant drives along oeuvre spells of twisted lanes
Sugared, Hungry death yet only but a hair’s breadth away

No one is ever really, truly safe the mother always says
The most Holy of us Plays God on His most wrathful day
The cloak is absent, which was woven to keep away the cold
Now an ever-present witness to being out of tune with the soul

Thunder of fading gold rips a hole in the fabric of time
Laid eyes on Evil’s gray, all and sundry leaves her behind
Relinquish nurturing the restless virus of heartrending scorn
The true face of Failure whispers that not a single lesson was ever learned…

~this piece is the opening to a novel i am currently writing about what could possibly be the world’s youngest serial killer. it’s sure to intrigue and horrify you as the story is based upon actual events~