Understanding

I can understand you
I see your work
I see the art, the patterns
I understand you better than the rest

You perverse artist
You slashed her, ripped her
You watched the blood pour
You sculpted your masterpiece

She wasn’t human, you thought; she wasn’t real
She didn’t live, so you didn’t kill her
She was animal, a bitch in heat
She crept in the night, and sold her humanity

I know why
I see the anger
I understand the abnormal curiosity
I feel the insanity within

You had to know
You couldn’t understand
You saw what made her heart beat
You hated it; you threw it away in disgust

She felt her life slip away
She knew the waste
She felt your hands slide around her neck
She was alive; you murdered her

I know what you felt, but you had not the right
May you realize their humanity in hell
Just as she realized her wasted life