| tHE iNnoCeNCe... |
| innocence is stained by tears, soaking up the agony, terrified of what this means, pulled into the tragedy. and so shamed of what you re, shaken by the pain you see, you pull the daggar from your heart, pouring out life till you're free. and bettered by your own denials, all the morals you've betrayed, like a snake in grass you wait, bleeding as the pain escapes. and ready as you are for death, embracing it in all it's forms, blinded by the selfish desire, look away as your heart's torn. unnocence is thrown away, blackened by the things you know, close your eyes and spread your wings, ascending as your heart beat slows. and mesmorised by what you see, the fading shadows of the world, your broken halo cuts into you, but you do not even care. and freed from all the cruel restraints, a creature of the darkness calls, feeding on the innocence, so scared that you're going to fall. and so prepared, you come to rest, finding your eternal peace, broken by a tortured child, you have grown like your disease. a parasite to mind and soul, resenting your ignorance, and you raise your face to the light, remembering your innocence. |