All I have in common
with the uncontrollable
and the insane,
the vicious and the evil,
all the mayhem I have caused…
and my utter indifference
toward it,
I have now surpassed.
My pain is constant and sharp…
and I do not hope
for a better world for anyone.
In fact, I want my pain
to be inflicted on others.
I want no one to escape.
But even after admitting this,
there is no catharsis.
My punishment continues
to elude me…
and I gain no deeper knowledge
of myself.
No new knowledge can be
extracted from my telling.
This confession
has meant… nothing.
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