Morning, and snowflakes; treetops, the breeze.
Winter, and silence; cold air, the trees.
Autumn, and laughter; raindrops and smiles.
Tall mountains, deep canyons; beginnings, the extra mile.
Darkness, and hatred; blood-drops and hurt;
Evil, betrayal; with gore on my shirt.
Heartbreak and steel; crying and death;
Grieving, and losses; anger, last breaths.
All of these things are important to me,
As enjoyable as joy itself.
What is this thing that savors pain, yet also enjoys beauty?
this was inspired by a report of the Green River Killer. All murderers are still people, and no doubt still enjoy the normal things in life. How do they reconcile those entirely different sides?