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Innocence Lost (mature content)

By tigerlilly

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black taloned demon wings thrash in my haunted mind flashbacks of evil scenes stark images defined frustration's void echoes a wild and bitter cry mindless shrieking notes always asking why foul darkness presses close upon my heart and soul winding tight the mainspring that grants me control i feel the gears are slipping the cogs have lost their teeth machined emotions circling to form a death's door wreath sounds of ragged breathing hover just inside faint memory cold metal pressed to breast till the blood ran free smells of sweat and whiskey mingled with my fear that life would soon be over in only sixteen years my thoughts centered then on how i would survive but often now i wonder why i fought to stay alive i thought it would be over when this act came to an end when justice had it's day and i was on the mend some things are never righted some dark threads never weave into a spotless garment for a wounded soul's reprieve at times it all comes back unbidden in this present time when innocence was lost to a violent crime Written March 20th, 2002 © on Mar 19 2002 06:11 PM PST   0 • 1

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