murderous adult

How ironic it is
that I have a child
sleeping in my bed
tonight! That I have
everything I want
lying dead
to the world,
smothered by vices
that she has been gifted!
That cherubic vision
of childhood is stabbed
again. And I would not be
quite so guilt-ridden
had I not been one of
the men who stabbed another
child so freely.