I miss the days when innocence
was unintentional.
Morality wasn't a question
of wrong or right,
but one of oriented detail
and tedium. A question
of intentions, integrity and honesty.
Now, we're down to
the ones who know better;
The ones in a place of social power
playing your emotions
like a death toll drum.
Using our innocent (children)
to present a personal vendetta
against our world. It's laughably-
one that's out of their control.
So I felt the threat again. Of being
the only one in my powerless position
that feels the way I do.
Leaving me so sick, I wanted to slip
out of my skin like a snake,
and leave the old behind.
