Innocence of a Child

I look in the mirror, I gaze at my eyes and see my soul, No longer a pure shimmery white light I once had as a child, Now it is stained with red ink, Absorb inside my skin, Like water soaking into the earth, Not even my atonements can wash away the blood. So now my soul stays poisoned, With the evil destruction of my past, And the beautiful white moon I once had, Has disappeared, Tainted the black holes of sin, Though light overcomes darkness, I still see the discolor of my soul, And the infinity of its presence, Lurking in the dark, like a bat in a cave, So now I stay longing for the once untouched purity of my soul, That has now vanished without a trace of a memoir...........