BB: Just a little poem about innocence lost. I feel awful for writing this, but that is how it is.

Hope you guys enjoy.

Innocence is quiet, barely talking at all

Innocence is stained, bloodied against the wall

Innocence is harmed, Innocence is tamed

Innocence destroyed, brutalized and maimed

Innocence returned, pure as the snow

Innocence, the thing all children know

Innocence forgotten, Innocence lost

Childish things placed away in a box

Innocence freed, innocence alive

Innocence no longer to be mine

When one puts away childish things

Do they put away innocence?

When one thinks of horrendous things

Do they stain it all?

Stain it all, stain it all...

Yet always Innocence takes the fall.