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Innocence refused to come with us this time.
So, we went without it.
After the smoke cleared we made our way.
It seemed as if my bones were bars of a cage,
my heart being the wild animal it contained,
it bashed rampantly up against my chest.
With mouths of sand paper,
we mumble excuses.
Clambering, stumbling, grabbing onto foreign arms flailing,
like the branches of a willow whipping in the wind.
Laughter engulfs us,
attracting glares from disappointed faces,
smeared like gloss over a ruby eyed canvas.
Dazed and completely oblivious,
smarts both book and street can’t help us now.
As flickering lights appear in the distance,
paranoia pushes us deliriously into darkness.
Clutching our eyes singed from the cruelties of light,
we try to keep them from melting down our distorted faces.
And as the shame begins to seep into a hazy mind,
we continue to descend.
You know the light at the end of the tunnel?
Can someone please turn it off?
It would make it easier for us to reach our final destination.
Innocence refused to come with us this time.
Why, oh why did we go without it?
So, we went without it.
After the smoke cleared we made our way.
It seemed as if my bones were bars of a cage,
my heart being the wild animal it contained,
it bashed rampantly up against my chest.
With mouths of sand paper,
we mumble excuses.
Clambering, stumbling, grabbing onto foreign arms flailing,
like the branches of a willow whipping in the wind.
Laughter engulfs us,
attracting glares from disappointed faces,
smeared like gloss over a ruby eyed canvas.
Dazed and completely oblivious,
smarts both book and street can’t help us now.
As flickering lights appear in the distance,
paranoia pushes us deliriously into darkness.
Clutching our eyes singed from the cruelties of light,
we try to keep them from melting down our distorted faces.
And as the shame begins to seep into a hazy mind,
we continue to descend.
You know the light at the end of the tunnel?
Can someone please turn it off?
It would make it easier for us to reach our final destination.
Innocence refused to come with us this time.
Why, oh why did we go without it?