The eyes fixate on what they will,
The heart loathes what it must feel.
A mind that plays its tricks and games—
Some call it bizarre, some give it names.
Some visualize, some replicate,
Some hate the act, some duplicate.
Monstrosity isn't seen, yet here we are—
Fantasies kept secret, stretched too far.
Looks seem stunning, dark and free,
Hiding away truths no one can see.
To fulfill the quest—a twisted one,
Passion or something, just for fun.
It's gruesome, strange, seemingly wild—
Afraid that's who we are, my child.
It's ugly, it's evil—yet do we care?
We all play a part in the gaze we share.