Innocent Blood

You monitor her every move,

Until she's gone.

And maybe you did some things

That you shouldn't have done.

But its okay,

Cause she said so,

And you'll go through your day,

Not knowing how she hurts,

And how her pain feels.

Cause she doesn't have a shield,

To protect her from your trampling feet.

Maybe someday you'll see.

Does it take a life to show you what your own words reap?

If she thinks she'll ever get away from you,

She's wrong.

Cause you always know what to say.

You kill her with the truth,

The truth that she can't say herself.

So you put her back on the shelf,

Hoping a little that she'll be okay.

But not really...

And she listens to you, “Its gonna be okay.”

She listens to your lies that you believe day-by-day.

She believes them too until the last night,

When she realizes the truth you told her so long ago.

That no, she can't stay.

And she'll go away,

Hoping at the least,

That you'll cry for her on the day that she wastes away,

Her day to die and pass away.

The insults that pass between your lips,

Of course they aren't really true,

But did you ever tell her that she really is Beautiful?

She is so empty,

And you are so full.

The pride you take in the insults you make,

They cut her like she cuts herself.

Please don't put her back on the shelf.

The things she wants for help,

You tell her that they could never work.

Hurt doesn't just go away,

It stays and eats at the heart day after day.

And you wonder why she doesn't go to your parties or plays.

Its because she is afraid she'll get in your way.

The shame of her guilt would be lessened by death.

Who is there to tell her not to give up?

Bu she listens to you, “Its gonna be okay.”

She listens to your lies day-by-day.

Who else is there to believe?

You run the show.

When she realizes the truth you told her so long ago.

And no, she can't stay.

She'll go away,

Hoping at the least,

That you'll cry for her on the day that she wasted away,

Her day to die and pass away.

Your blows come harsh and slow,

And she suddenly realizes she doesn't have anywhere to go.

There is one place.

“Tell me to stop myself,” she thinks,

But know one cares enough to stop her,

Its to late,

Your tough love is to much.

To much truth that didn't matter much.

The way she thinks you see her as

Is to hard to bare.

And she can't share,

Because she is entrapped in your snare.

And you listen to her sing a song.

“I tried,” she thinks,

Hoping that it will be okay.

But you laugh and say to her, “That was way to long,”

“I'm not enough,” she knows now.

Kill her joy,

Trample her love.

The shows run by you now.

And you don't have room for her,

Nor do you care for the stuff she thinks.

She's wrong,

Live your life without her song,

She what you care,

See that she can't bare up anymore.

So her song stops,

And her heart beat drops.

And the things she thinks don't matter anymore,

Even though you told her its gonna be alright.

She tried to believe your lies,

But they were to hard to swallow.

And her dying wish?

That no one would live with the same dying wish as she.

Because all she wanted to do was to die.

Her death,

Does it make you see?

Or will you go on,

Trampling another innocent soul,

That was innocent until you touched her.

Don't callus a child,

For their spirit will go astray and wither away.

Like Her,

Who's left with her blood on your hands.

And the sand would embracing her for the last time.

Sing her sweet song for her death day.

And hope to wash your hands clean from the Innocent's blood.