Former Purest Innocence

Noone could imagine
the decadence inside
this immoral human life.

Theres mommys little man
and daddys little girl
both are now young adults
in this crazy fucked up world.

The sublime liquid touches lips
images and sounds creep into their young minds,
once friends for life
now they look and see something new in each others eyes.

A lust for something more
something new and strange
something they had never seen before.

Close and feeling hot and numb
they both sink deep into their sheets.

Lips locking in intensifying breaths
dimly lit rooms side by side in buildings
where every room is taken for a new purpose.

Tonight they make love
to the music of their beating hearts
to the sharp intakes of breath.

They smile their smiles
of former purest innocence.

Alcohol is draining
beating upon their systems
like some unseen gasoline
fueling their desire, breaking bodies down.

Their eyes are red and bloodshot
morning on again
when they rise late.

They have no idea what they have done.

Parents unknowing
blind and deaf and mute
to the happenings of everynight.

The moon would rise and set
bottles of new substances littering the floor.
small bags of god knows what
empty.

Slowly degrading
they fade into habits and addition.

Falling from their former state of grace.
Their former purest innocence.

Safe from outside happenings
broken by their own
tied down to the ground
by ropes of utter damning.

They stand and sit and fall
Not knowing where the ground is
broken porcelain dolls
faces shattered by their numbness.

Together they grew from youthful bliss
studying to be the sinners of the human fold.

They both grew cold
brother and sister
not sixteen years old.