A poem that can be seen as either a Duo or Eiri retrospective. Enjoy.
Born Bad
When you're born bad
What else is there to do but touch the darkness with curious fingertips?
When you're born bad
Reach toward the evil
And embrace it
Born bad
Turning all to black
And rotting fruit in your stare
Born bad
Making babies and lovers cry
Born bad
Running towards the light is pure idiocy
And striving towards that purity that graces others so different from you
Is so futile
When you're born bad
Don't cry
Laugh. Laugh. Laugh.
