Innocence, the idea
Of a pure white cloth
Radiating in all its purity
But mine is stained
With the most gruesome tie dye
Black edged holes
That burn against stark white
Like emptiness in my soul
Red and pink stains
From the lust and desire
That burns like a sinful fire
Green smudges
Of greed so vast
Abd envy so deep
it consumes me
Brown spots
Not to be glorified by poetry
Just to be called the **** in life
Purple and blue
Not for the sadness
But for the cuts and bruises
The ones unto others and to myself
My flag does not wave
In glorious white
Its purity is stained
With the dye of life
Jun 24, 2016
Jun 24, 2016 at 12:54 AM UTC
Innocence, the idea
Of a pure white cloth
Radiating in all its purity
But mine is stained
With the most gruesome tie dye
Black edged holes
That burn against stark white
Like emptiness in my soul
Red and pink stains
From the lust and desire
That burns like a sinful fire
Green smudges
Of greed so vast
Abd envy so deep
it consumes me
Brown spots
Not to be glorified by poetry
Just to be called the **** in life
Purple and blue
Not for the sadness
But for the cuts and bruises
The ones unto others and to myself
My flag does not wave
In glorious white
Its purity is stained
With the dye of life
