The Ghosts of my past.

March 14th, 2010-Innocence

What happened to your innocence?

Now there’s only dissonance,

I see right through your act of shame.

I can’t keep playing this immature game.

What happened to who you once were?

Who are you know? I just can’t be sure.

Small purring noises, deep in your head;

Lead me to believe, that inside you are dead.

A lonely tear falls from my cheek onto the ground;

And once again, alone I stand, glad that no one’s around.