Looking so sweet.

Your innocence, must be so delicious.

Fragility, so delicate and pathetic.

Filthy and dirty.

That’s what you can become.

I’ll gladly become the cause for it.

Your death, unintended.

You better not go, you cannot escape.

I’ll tie you down, you’ll be silent.

No one will believe you,

Even if the cloth dampens.

Even if you scream,

Mommy hasn’t heard you yet.

Delicious, my sins feed me.

No one hears you.

I feel dirty. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt-

Your sins sting me.

They dig into my flesh.

I wake up to your face.

I wake up to your smooth, glistening beautiful face.

My fingers brush against your cheek and raises to your eye bags.

My fingers hover over your eyes,

And I dig my nails in.

My nails become filthy,

My hands become dirty,

My arm becomes stained.

But don’t forget,

I’ll gladly become the cause for it.