You don’t want this

This is the opposite of a love story
There will be no redemption here
This is finding irrefutable evidence of the existence of God
And understanding you’re damned in the discovery

This is the moment of nihilistic ecstasy
That gives way to the emptiness
That is all that is left in the destruction of another
Who in the ending was so much like yourself

This is the abyss of self-loathing
The beginning of an endless trek
Through the mine-field of emotional isolation
That follows when you become an enemy of your own species