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.