My innocence is lost.
The years I've spent understanding the world
diminish the child-like light
I've held inside.
I used to mourn the loss of life,
I used to cry for my sins,
Now I swim in them.
I emerge,
dripping the blood of the sacrificed lambs,
I run,
savage.
I lust,
I moan for passion,
For corruption.
And it grows
deep inside
my gut,
ripping through the downy duckling feathers.
I was born in this world, and I will die in it.
But I will die me,
Incredibly raw,
Intangible,
me.