
Dark hallways lace innocence
with their mud and silence what needs to be said.
Running through every doorway, just to escape
such dreadful hands.
Mirrors lie and memories crumble,
leaving one to have to rediscover themselves.
And it's not that easy when you didn't know
who you were to begin with.
In spite of such weariness and sinister agendas,
innocence presses on
in her white dress and pretty little shoes.






