I'm starting to get confused on who is who,
And exactly who is doing what,
And when,
And why.

I'm lost in the world of
Angry curses,
Bitter laughter,
And broken hearts.

And beneath it all
There is only one cry
One cry of
Shredded innocence
Broken promises
And hopeless dreams
Left unheard
On deafened ears.

Between angelic wings
It awaits a time
To relive the life
That was stolen from it.

To show the world
Through the life of sins
and guilty pleasures
That killed it
That it can still be..
Reborn.
Pure
and
Full of Childhood Innocence.



It's been a really long time since I've even attempted to write a poem.

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