Friday, January 29

Not Guilty.

I'm innocent
You stamped on me
Razed me down
A genocide of my self
I gasped and cried help
You shut the door and the windows 
Tighter than ever
I'm innocent 
I cried
But it seemed to upset you even more
A rebuking nobody
How could I ?
I am innocence
I wrote in blood
Excited, you smiled as I drained it all
A crimson artwork befitting a desiccated lump
I'm innocent 
Said the salty trails on my face
You mistook it for a daring
Now my eyes run dry
I'm still innocent
For I think i would still love you
But that heart of mine
You consumed the other day
I'm. Just. 

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