- Misc. Poems
Innocence Lost
There be method in my madness
It comes from a deep buried sadness
Which has wounded me to the core
And makes me crave death, blood and gore
It's a story of young girl, alone and lost
One day she was pushed to far, her sanity was the cost
But she recovered as was always her case
And put on this new, masked face
Now those who hurt her cower in fear
They know what she'll do if they ever go back near
Her heart has died from neglect and abuse
Some think there's hope, but there is no use
For this young girl I speak of is lost forever
Fantasy and reality have merged together
Is it the dragon she sees that she has just killed?
Or is it her own blood that she has just spilled?
It matters not, in her little world
She is on a quest for salvation, her banner unfurled
All those who harm are in for a treat
For they will surely succumb to defeat
Life is a war now, a giant battlefield
She lives by the sword, which she unerringly doth yield
Always living in another place and time
She bares the burdens of someone else's crime
Everywhere she looks, it's always the same
The shadows of darkness, wearing a cloak of shame
But how did she get into this terrible mess?
There are but few she trusts enough to confess.
She holds the pain close to her heart
She knows from it's grasp that she can never part
Nor does she give up, not willing to accept the innocence lost
But everything has a price, and she's willing to pay the cost
What is real and what is not
Can this dream-like insanity really be fought?
Words like music dance in her ear
If you listen closely, this is what you'll hear:
"Masochism dominates,To those who can't see the bleakness in her damaged soul
as I tempt the hands of fate
life is over, it's too late
I am lost..."
They cannot begin to realize the extent of its toll
On the outside she appears friendly and calm
On the inside she's ready to burst--more like a nuclear bomb
But she knows she must hold on
The time for giving up has come and gone
She's in it till death--for the rest of her life
There's no easy way out from the blade of a knife
A flicker of hope is what keeps her going
When she feels like giving up, it will never be showing
To do so would be a weakness on her part
And weakness is what originally broke her heart.
One day the time will come
When the light will grow brighter, and the darkness succumb
For that day alone, she does live
And until that day she'll give all she has to give.