Salutations to the horrific

Perhaps, it's just my imagination

That something frightening occurred

I must say salutations to the horrific

absurd thought and value my loved ones

I will treat it in such a manner

I can't help but overthink

My own inadequacies permiate

Did I somehow like it?

Did I lust for such a thing?

Was I curious or permitted?

To be such an oblivious thing?

But I will treat it as a figment

Of my imagination 

So I can let go

I will carry it to grave

No one has to know 

And I will no longer suffer

Or suffer fools that is

I will be pragmatic

And not ill

There's still some more fights to happen

I will be more reclusive and selective

I will still feel joy

I will be a happy go lucky boy