What is better than love?
I've been with those who have never felt it and saw the look in their eyes of the gaze of desperation and abandonment.
The look of hate and longing like a sailor still looking for a shore they have given up on.
And baby who has stopped crying because it no longer hopes to be heard.
When a monster becomes a monster, there is no one there to see it. If we were there, we could have stopped it.
And now slowly towards Bethlehem it creeps.