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Innocence is put on hold as pain awakens deep inside

Superficial cuts seep crimson blood all over the carpet

The warm, sticky fluid finding its way to everywhere

Until both carpet and clothing are saturated through.



What, you ask, could ever do this to innocence?

How can so much pain be found within one hurting soul?

Maybe, you surmise, the blood flowing from their body

Is just one way to let all the pain go for a little while.



Does God know the pain they feel somewhere inside their soul?

He condemns them with every cut they hide away

Each one relieving more pain and seeping more blood

So they don't care as much about going to hell.



The final act in this sorrowful tragedy of pain

Has yet to reach the center of life's dawning stage

But if these successively deeper cuts grow deeper

Then the curtain may fall before the play is supposed to end.



December 14, 2000