Hand of fate? Or devils claw?

Who are you but

A darker shade of cold

What is learned to defile all that is within the touch?

What was learned to miss that wretched grasp?

Those hands

Seeing them tomorrow in dreams

Bleeding over all that is poignant

Were the lips used to smile

So easy to divide and swallow? what is it that

We didn’t get?

The closer behind those eyes, the closer the soul is bared

Slow walk behind columns who dare lives there

Between concrete walls?

Ah….

It swallows its own scream for nourishment

It is all that sustains a life so wickedly inept

Fill in the hollow disparities with the souls of innocent blood

Shed

And so all has come to light

Blinding light within the truths of nature

See you there with the one dimensional stone in tow

Ready to throw

Come here no more

I recently experienced the misfortune of encountering someone to who can only best be described as callous. Fortunately, I was able to escape this person with my world still firmly in tact, thanks to my keen ability to recognize a sociopath when I see one. This person isn’t a monster or some active tormentor- no. But this person is merely a systematic, passive observer in they’re own emotional life. They haven’t the capacity to love in return because lesser people can wash into obscurity. I have dedicated Devil's Claw to this callous-natured person, choosing to grant them mercy without pardon. I must find compassion for them with full recognition that their stunted emotional development denies them the fullest enjoyment of life. Poor baby.

The one dimensional stone.