Loss of Innocence

You stole me from my mother's crib

Wrapped in clothes of innocence

drenched in blood of my stem cells

You took them... and made them your own

Everyday at night, you stole a part of me

Everyday at night, you made me another sin

Everyday at night you wrapped yourself in ignorance

I know that things could be worse

 But I know that they can be better

So does that mean, that is isn't suffering

that I should ignore the truth

And accept your lies

 Does that justify your night of betrayal?

I know that they will one day disappear these thoughts

Of the end being my egress

Before I digress

into insanity of all that could have been

Of these obscurring thoughts