innocence killed (poem)
Category: Poems

the roots of evil grow like ivy
pulling the old stones apart
cracking under slow pressure
watching morality crumble
tearing it down, brick by brick

i wish i'd torn the roots out
when they were still small
someone said they looked pretty
i loved them most of all
they pulverized me in the end.

revenge used to taste so sweet
until the child no longer
wished to escape
but to put an end to it all
consumed by vendetta
innocence killed.