Miss Innocence

Two fiery leafs are brushing against cold bricks.

They whisper about delinquents to the grey wall.

Behind which is an unfair but fair court.

 

Criminals are standing in line waiting for their turn.

Their profiles are colored with red “guilty” stamps.

And unfortunately I am one of those blockheads.

 

Still I drop to my knees before the King and plead.

I lie, lie, and lie, “It’s not my fault!” but everyone knows,

My hands are permanently imbrued with her blood.

 

I’m not the only one here for the same old crime.

We’re all killers, corrupters once we enter a brutal world.

We all murdered her already broken, dead body.

 

Like savages we hunted her down in a dark corner.

She stood against this grey wall, crying, praying.

Her big rainbow eyes stared back with innocence.

 

Miss Innocence, so dear, so sweet, so nonexistent.

We ripped her to shreds, fighting over who gets to go first.

Her screams still linger in the air, to hunt us, forever. 

Reviews

[darkgurl]

I read this twice different times and enjoyed it so now here I am commenting. I enjoyed this alot I loved the last line how you made it smaller than the other lines. Wonderful write.