[Lost Innocence]

Cut out your eyes Oedipus

Blind yourself

From the reality you created

For yourself

Fiction is a blade away

It's a shame you had to waste it

Success at the failure of yours

is how the world works

Words that hurt like knives

Your face can only feel the ground and dirt

Spilled guts and no glory

that's your backstory

Your red fuel

pumps their madness

They long to see you bleed

Hung from the society

That raised you

Their sadist ways

have made

a masochist out of you

You tell them

That your death is only the start

And while they laugh

They tear out your heart

They fear nothing

Your death is meaningless to them

You are their enigma

Sufficient enough

To simply call you

"A"

Your name is meaningless to them

Your innocence , it didn't stand a chance. Not against them.

- Francis Frustration