Innocence roams free by day...

Scared, Deep in the depths of folding flesh,

Scared for life. Marks left by one's own Memory..

Memories left to melt and mesh

From the depths of a soul....

guilt riddles away... Beauty,

once Beheld...

But now.. the Soul.. Hidden,

in damp cold.

Scared so deep..... Memories so bold..

Taken by force.. Mutilated.. Desolate...

But left Sane..

Never before thought of by Mortals

Blood... Cutting through the sounds of screams

of pain.....

The knife.. Slicing... into the Flesh,

of a Searing Portal..

A door way to a living hell...

Memories left to torture the soul...

No one knew...

No one saw...

The Innocence in a Cell, of her own Pain..

No one cared...

No one Caught...

The Sharp Blade..

No one Cared..

If she saw the Blade that made...

The Dark Knighting Gale...

Sing her sad Wrenching tale..

Tried though she might... Her tongue was tied..

Her mind in a Fury, Held by the Steel Blade of his Clutches...

Kept the Silence in her mind, and away the Blade Flew..

Like a Knighting Gale..

Leaving behind It's cut to be Remembered...

and to Torture..

But Never to leave....

The Innocence's Soul.........

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