Dripping with no rythum or beat.
Blood runs, rearing back and forth down my pale body.
Seaping into my clothes.
As i gaze into the mirror i see the reflection of a figure.
A figure unlike myself.
The lips,laced together with blood stained leather, enclosing their secrets forever.
Their eyelids were slaughtered from them.
Never being able to recover from its horrors.


Right then
....I lost my inocence.