The innoncence is dying inside of me
With every exposure to evil tearing it out
No purpose in sewing these wounds
It's universally seen as normal
To lose an optimistic outlook

After this year it'll be completely vanished
I'll share the same laughter
But it will never reverberate again
Not after my innocence comes to an end

Thomas comes to my house every Saturday.
We play cards and talk about politics.
Thomas would seem like a regular guy if you saw him on the street.
Passing by.
But, you have never seen him snap.

Whenever he comes over he wears the same dress.
The dress is black with little shiny silver dots all over it.
It's so ******* ugly on him.
Not because he is a guy, just because it really isn't his color.
Lavender would suit him way better.

"Why not lavender?"
I ask him one night
Hoping that I will never have to see him the horrid thing ever again.

Thomas is furious.
He snaps.
No not snaps he more like gave me a full on snapplause.
And then he leaves.

Wearing that same ugly dress.