A poem about the fragility of innocence. |
Whispering in my ear Calling me softly Come child, come here Let me embrace you Entranced by your eyes Remove you disguise And make nude your flaws Forget these lies Blow them away Like a candle's flame Transparent and dangerous Yet vulnerable to you who is sure The sun kisses you The moon knows your secrets The clouds are your weakness The stars are your map The trees know your past And the rain washes your tears away With rain comes clouds to make you weak The sun can't kiss you, the stars cannot guide you Your secrets are hidden And the trees know your past So make new mistakes Plunge into the red lake And drink the blood of the souls you've unknowingly torn You're a parasite, A vampire Seeking the nectar of suffering So as to mask your own You bleed internally Eternally Your demons drink you And you drink the angels And steal their innocence Burn it like incense And let the fumes wipe your troubles away Come child, And play with the fire Your innocence is flammable Your sorrow is not Your pain will stay strong Your love will rot Until you are a puff of smoke Dark and weak Toxic and lovely Rising to meet the sky And then disappearing As if you never existed |