Innocent
Innocent
As the blood falls from my eyes,like the tears of a sore heart.
All I can do is watch the impossible happen.
I'm being cut down,I'm being thrown apart.
I feel the pieces of my soul being broken.
As my blood falls from your weapon,watch me cry.
Looking at my other self being throw into a cage.
Dried blue tears sit upon her face,So sad her face blotched
with discolor as she sits cold and alone.
Open sores,open wounds,returned of horrid memories.
Everlasting chains to keep me restrain,under control.
Only to hurt with a smiling face,watch me bleed from my eyes
inside out.
You seen it the key to release you,though I ask should I set you free?
For you see this freedom shall you wait, may you ever see it again?
This is the weapon of innocent,stained with they're tears. Over flowed with horribly.
This dreaded weapon,This weapon stain with innocent tears made with hate.
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