Innocence lost

[Jae Mc Donnell]

I was just a boy, when I heard her cry,
it was almost time to go.

So innocent then, a small child of ten,
a feather from older wings.
Who knew it would be, this delicate me,
drawn to these wicked things.

I drew from its lips a venomous kiss
and neared my time to go.
It layed me to waste, gave my scars their place
and put my wounds on show.

So let mourners come, in their droves of none
to lay these bones in the ground.
Let death's cold breath, set rigid this chest
to draw this darkness down.

And leave me alone with one thing I know;
It’s now long past the time to go!