The cat named Minoru

It turns out that a lot of my love comes from a dark place.
I am not the commonwealth,
I am a flower of evil,
bloomed at midnight.

Awaken, search my soul,
and for what?
You may perceive,
for nothing will be found which will lead you closer to heaven.

Your task, is to be anything. To be everything. To be someone.
Something, anything. A stutter is but a step. You are a child; grow.

Are you somebody?
No.
Because you are a growth of lust and immeasurable beauty.
You care about nothing because you have everything.
This is a creed,
not a motto.
But let it be clear that you are beautiful.