The comments are merely thoughts implied.
Too late, though, the trap is sprung;
Too bad, you won't realize we lied.
Thriving on hate, yet innocence is so much sweeter.
Easy seems best, yet it disgusts the toungue it does not touch.
Innocence long gone, and time goes by,
And we realize that we miss it so much.
In a realm of perpetual sadness, here since forever.
Identity unknown, even to its owner.
Constant struggle to stay alive, must thrive.
Sensations feed both souls while carnal pleasures hold the flesh.
Restrained in eternity, the puppet master comes out;
To prepare our feast as the usual takes its course.
Rage and fear the course, innocence so uncommon.
The past is a blur, though one event comes to mind.
We wish not to remember, but to relive,
They would fear more of the pain we would give.
Few do realize what the real plot is.
Half breed, though true, we are not weak.
How does it feel to know that you are not special any more?
Innocence like glass, so pure.
Unbroken as of yet, and hopefully not so soon.
Your memory will fade, we shall live another day.
Constant hunger drives us wild, mad with power.
Once you are caught in the sights,
there is nothing you will do or say.
Infatuation,
Proposition,
Innocence,
Suffering,
Persona,
Eternity,
Superiority,
Identity,
Retribution,
Existence.
Maerchentic.