15 November 2012
I once held a precious treasure, a fragile beauty in my hands. A prism of reflective pleasure, with gentle radiance it shone.
It was formed with compassion, in a furnace fired with love. It was shaped with pure emotion, by a deity from above.
It's design was simple. It's dimensions contained. It's perfection flawless. But where I held it.... .... It stained.
Tainted • Opuss № I