Purity
Is impossible to obtain
In a world so corrupt
It's hard to explain
All the deception
In this world
How we treat others
Is the worst

How can something
Be so pure, when it's
Surrounded by putrid
And vile things?
How can something
Remain as white
As a fresh sheet of snow
In January?

In the 21st century
Everyone is sick
And I am sick
Of living in it
Surrounded by sin
And chaos
There's no escape
No way to stay
Pure

Even innocence
Is tainted by the
Ways of today

It's hard to keep
Composure

And even harder to find
Closure

Nothing is innocent
Anymore