[UnbornBuddha]

“Rosie’s gone. Finding out who killed her won’t change that”

You stupid fool, that is the only thing that matters
My retribution for being a shitty father,
And not being able to prevent what happened.
This scenario is truly what death imagines.
Yes, pursuing it won't address her absence
But, it can perhaps release this stagnant senselessness
I harbor becoming my ultimate prophylactic medicine.
I think to myself why I carry these enigmatic sentiments
Why don’t I just reveal my traumatic manic testament?
Introverted selfishness keeps my dark dramatic actions reticent.
Yet, pensive expressions are a mental imbalance precipice
Screaming to be heard with an ungodly ecstatic emphasis.
Impulses triggered by intergalactic messages
Divulging to me Gnostic pleasures, microcosmic nectar.
Metamorphosis at the deepest subconscious level,
Allowing the unnatural to restructure my being
Sculptured to embody counterculture’s psyche.
A father’s shameless performance of abhorrent deeds
Yet, even upon being strangled, Rosie saw more in me.

Please, Brother, I need you to capture the nemesis
Make this monster repent his rapture in penitence.
Brother, you still don’t get it? Let’s add up the clues
See if we can perceive at least half of the truth.
Upon arriving at my door you felt something ominous. At last,
My brother became cognizant the killer wasn’t anonymous.

In disbelief, he said: How could you, your own physical daughter?!
Yet, instead of weeping, I began to have inexplicable laughter.
Then the unthinkable happened. I knifed him to death
Stabbing him until I reached my lifeless intent.
Standing there looking at my brother’s corpse,
Rosie appears, and begins to utter words
Daddy, Daddy, why did you hurt my friend and my uncle?
I fell to the ground, suppressing my chuckles.
Apparently I had hurt another little child, a horrible crime.
But, Rosie is alive, tears poured from my eyes, morals aside I know my sorrow is trite
Anthropomorphizing life just to feel sort of right.
Maybe I did what I did because I’m bored inside.
But, hearing Rosie’s voice again has brought me joy again.
I felt divided. Empty. I just wanted the void to end.
I said to Rosie not to worry anymore.
Her friend and uncle are not in the story anymore.
No need to run away this time. Daddy made up his mind
He is not a casualty to the pain in his mind
My victims were fate ascribed to agents before the matrix's demise.
As I said this she saw a twinkle in my eyes.
And in hers, I saw the ripple of something simple and divine.
As if it was the last time I’ll see her, I hugged her tightly
Never again will I take love so lightly.