i fall,
into the state of confusion,
i drown,
deep in the tears of intrusion,
i spill,
whispers of love in illusion,
i die,
knowing its nothing but poison,
i lust,
long and hard for this fusion,
i am,
part of a broken conclusion.
what happens when innocence dies
in this life, a circus surreal in taste and color, a painting of hope and death with paper wings to lift one's spirit and crush ones body, inner demons swarm in legions kissing lips of those in treason, never knowing why eternal bliss became inane all because of the pain that none grew just whip and chain from inner thought caught prisoner in the minds of elders never changing, just terribly rearranging agony of new the lovingnesss of two who knew too much in eachothers eyes which brought them demise and the tears they shed soon became dead from the soil that fed the maggots and worms enriched in a tomb that noone knew the body lyed and that is truly where innocence died.
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