Life Less Innocent
By Markuz •
In the deafening roar of monotonous routine
a life less innocent falls into scene.
A disturbing beauty like Van Gogh's night
bathes the city in moonlight with passions unseen.
But a life less innocent shines in the dark
knowing nothing is fine, she lives off of lies
as she quietly stares at the marks that she bares.
This life less innocent no longer knows right,
and has given up sight of the beauty within.
This new revelation lacks full compensation.
She is striken with strife, and no longer knows life
A life less innocent walks alone and forsaken
down a path often taken to her final destination.
She carries with her only what she needs
and some old photos of things that she knows.
The life less innocent sees final damnation as
her only salvation from her hellish half-life.
As she slowly prepares she sings out her cares
to a lullaby she had known for some time.
Now she raises her hand and closes her eyes
and lets the lullay soften her cries.
Then she lets her hands fall and collapses
to the floor...
She worries of worldly cares no more.
The deafening roar and the dark subside
and the scene is filled with a new day's light.
But a life less innocent lays on the floor
and fears the troublesome world no more.