A plexus of emotions feeding her
A mastermind driving her
Unbridled hallucinations raping her
She knew innocence.

Daddy's little girl lives with fire in her heart
A fire that feeds on desecration
A fire that touches her in more lucid ways.

Perfect summer evening skies
Bring heated, hated tears to her eyes.
Congenital plagues that suit her well
She's breathing the lies that so many tell.

She knew innocence.

Baby's breath now a crumpled mess of memories
A figure etched with jig-jags on flesh
Creamy thighs spread for him to see
The ebbed webs that invade this beautiful death.

A golden crown colored black
Tiny holes fill every sweet contour of her body
Where did they lose their way with her?
Where did she lose touch with reality?

When she knew innocence.