Denial of a vital yearning

OCULAR DISREGARD FOR THE INTERIOR OF HUMANITY: Denial of a vital yearning

In a world fueled by over-ruling optical conceptions, qualities beyond cease to be acknowledged:

It doesn't matter how greater the character is thriving within, your outer shell is deficient
Nothing else matters if your outer shell is deficient

So you have wisdom beyond these voids of comprehension, it doesn't matter to me,
for I cannot withstand to be pained by the atoms of degeneracy you have manifested from.

A site I aspire to forlorn, everything I could ever want can be given to me by you,
but I cannot take from your demoralizing hand,
spawned from the weeping pus of the decaying deceased's heads of demons long slaughtered,
or so it seems to be in the conclusion of my briefly sustained visual analysis.

Your features are absent, not a hint of distinctiveness,
that of which makes up your face does not even fall under a sub category accustomed to the ugly yet the bringer of a unique entity,
you are below this.

Lepers loathe the site of you, they choose living decay over the death of beholding you again.

Unquestionably this, like everyone else, is what I see you for, although…

I love everything inside the putrid exterior you damned yourself with, but visual conception surpasses any and all of the other 4 blessed sensors bestowed in the human genetic composition.

This is why I denounce the highest of all blessings,
why now I can blindly search for you.

You, the frail abode of heaven once lost in my mortal spite.