Lost innocence
A year in the start
From birth to runaway art
Forever in her debt
The debt which never forgot.
Clean was she first
Then came the “Lessons”
To kill or to be killed
Captured innocence choked out.
Tortured, bloody men,
Tied up with a silver chain
Poured on with cut
Bucket of fear and pain.
First were the animals
Then were captured men
Along came little kids
Trapped in the darkened den.
Years rolled by,
Still, the same terror resides
Getting stronger crueller
In the little dark lit cellar.
First came the girl her “brother” stalked,
She was gothic, oh! She was perfect for
They tasted the blood of
each-other
Killing drunk teens in clutter.
Second, came her “uncle’s” turn,
For he never let a girl or boy untouched,
Breathed through the heavy of his axe,
“Say cheese!” he pictured their last breath.
Tears through her closed eyes,
Her grandma was just a vision by,
Have faith, have a little smile
God is looking! That’s what last she cried.
Six years, six hell bound years
St. Thanos mansion of curse
Tied with Satan’s family cheer,
She kept her grandma’s silent little prayer.
She left the screaming mansion,
Slided into martial arts,
Promised to return for combat
Till death do her apart.
Not long on her return
Was “father” waiting for curve
A sword she silently promised
His head on the morgue.
Then came the hellish fight
This time she screamed but in delight
As she cut her pregnant sister in law
In 5 pieces in striped light.
Clean was she first,
Now she played emotionless,
Her “parents” smiled, they smiled with cheer
While she bled sweat with a merciless glare.
With bored eyes on them as she slit,
Her mother asked, “Why?”
Her reply was quick and simple,
Like mother like daughter dies.
Blood from where she was born,
Blood is all that she craved now,
Blood as red as ever,
She laughed as she became her nightmare forever.
Sincerely,
Lost innocence.
