Going to Hell and seeing him but realizing it wasn't Hell all along; swearing you saw him at the fast food place working the counter, but it's absurd; knowing he is inside of you already; knowing you birthed him; knowing you killed him; knowing that none of those three things really define him or you; reading about him in an old book; charming a lock of hair from his head; thinking "I am free of vices" but not actually being; thinking "I am burdened by vices" but not actually being; a creature who transforms; the bitch mother and bastard father; the hole in the spirit; the empty chapel and cursed saints; a star falling from grace, but it's just a piece of space junk burning in the atmosphere; an undead occasion; a tiptoe to the future, long forgotten; a liquer candy at age eight.