Muse
...musing since January 18, 2004
Suppression of Innocence
10.04.04
There is the suppression of innocence
Beneath my nails
You could sense it in my veins
If you would only come close enough
To be tasted, or maybe devoured
This suppression of innocence
Bleeds beneath my nails
The scent of which would drive you mad
If you would only come close enough
To satisfy the hunger
Which devours me so selflessly
Leaving a hole
Where the suppression wallows
It melts, it melds
It leaves nothing
Digging with my nails
The innocence beneath which blood rises
Digging in, and letting out
But you are not here
And so the innocent are devoured
So selflessly.
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