I love the innocence I lost to the Innocent one
Death lingers on his fingertips spilling into invisible words
I watch in awe of his empty eyes moving over the page with Hope
Hope that the blankness of the page will be filled by his moving words
Death becomes him, however heartful he seems
My eyes implore him, searching for a flaw,
But all I find are my own
With every heartfilling word no one will see,
He tears down my barriers, exposing me fully
I'm shown for what I am, black
Despairing
Then he smiles at me.
He's broken me so many ways, but this is the one I enjoyed the most
The Perfect One, taking me by the hand,
Showing me everything I never knew existed in myself
His invisible words, only I can see hidden behind his empty eyes
Empty eyes that reflect only me and nothing of the world behind
Myself, exposed to show that I am everything I should not be
He sees me as I am, and he in his innocence, his perfection,
Loves me, forgetting my flaws, forgetting his Deadly words.
I love the innocence I lost to the Innocent One |
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