Saya
The Innocent Blood of You
1970, New York City
Woe is this soul who found the bath oh so filled with blood of the innocent. As the red catches my gaze and will not let go, I wonder. Where are you now, little one? Are you happy, are you scared? Are you finally where you are meant to be, or in a place which is entirely without meaning? I will be with you here, at least for a little while. The you which was. Oh gentle tortured soul of you, your little form looked so soft and beautiful. I can not look at the actuality now, only the red which surrounds for my loving heart should break at the sight. Oh woe is me. Oh woe is me. And for you, little one, wherever your tortured soul shall be.
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