Innocence Lost
Written 7/28/99
His attacks some quick and brutal,
trying to fight back always seems futile.
As he attacks, he drives hard with his dart,
not caring, if he tears his victim apart.
When he's finished, he leaves her bruised and bleeding on the floor,
laughing, as she sobs for no more.
He moves onto his next victim, knowing this one won't speak of his
hell,
because he knew before hand, that she was weak, and wouldn't tell.
His next victim, like the rest, wasn't supposed to be strong,
but he choose me, which made him wrong.
He swooped in, and my innocence he took,
just like a cowardly crook.
What this thief stole, couldn't be returned,
that why I decided, I'll have him burned.
He left me on the floor, laying,
but there I wouldn't be staying.
Because I came to a decision about his life,
he doesn't deserve it, so I grabbed a knife.
I came up to him, looking him in the eye,
and told him he deserves to die.
He just laughed, with a roll of his eyes,
saying he didn't want to hear any of my lies.
But it wasn't, I showed him by driving the knife deep,
and he knew, as his blood began to seep.
His eyes widened, as I gave the knife a twist,
as he realized he wouldn't get any of the other girls on his list.
I pulled back, as he started to cry,
saying how he didn't want to die.
I said 'too bad', shoving him to the floor,
glaring at him, as I locked the door.
I then knelt down next to him, moving near,
seeing his eyes filled with fear.
He begged me again, one last time,
but he had already been found guilty of his crimes.
So I drove the knife into his chest, knowing my deed wouldn't fail,
as I heard his painful wail.
I continued, the knife repeatedly driving,
laughing madly, watching his face, seeing he knew he was dying.
Blood was splattering everywhere,
I even got some in my hair.
I didn't care though, as I drove faster,
he had thought he'd be my master.
But now he knows he was wrong,
I was showing him, that I was the one whose strong.
As I continued stabbing, I noticed he was dead,
and I stopped, all I could see was red.
I stumbled back, dropping the knife,
I had just taken a life.
I looked down at my hands, which were covered in blood,
I could clean them, but my soul was covered in guilty mud.
And that was something I couldn't clean,
but he was the one whose mean.
Then I realized, if I was truly stronger, I would of asked for assistance,
but instead, because of him, for a second time, I've lost my innocence.