Death feels so eternal.

Shame can feel so good.

Pain can be a guilty pleasure.

When misunderstood.

Sex can feel so dirty.

Dirty can feel fun.

It never makes much sense though,

to destroy someone.

No man is a hypocrite.

Some fool said.

At what cost, what price?

Our feelings.

Should never break the bank.

Rip out a human's dignity.

She told me once to trust.

I let go.

Amidst that moral quagmire.

I lost all self control.

Giving her what she asked for.

Madness in and of itself.

She lost all self respect.

Then sold mine as well.

But I have regained.

My view of who I am.

By analytical reevaluation.

I pity her now.

For her debasement.

Such a shame.

To punish yourself.

And all around you.

For victimization's from your youth.

Lashing out in anger.

That was her truth.

A father should never wound.

Only gently nurture.

To take advantage of a child.

Well there is a special place in hell.

For you.

I hope they stoke the fires.

When you arrive at hells dark gate.

And as Lucifer approaches you.

With eyes lit from those flames.

I hope you shudder with the memory.

Of what you stole from her that day.

You Son of a Bitch.

Hope those demons rip and shred you.

Limb from limb.

Over and over while you scream in terror.

From the fear of it.

And when they do.

I hope you know you shall repay.

Full circle you see, Karma.

Judgment day.

Phil G. Inman Sr.