Impure

Images and thoughts race through my mind

The idea that i was once clean not impure.

He took something that I'd like back.

But i grew up in a world full of hate.

A world of aggression and ungodly influences

A foul liquid and a numbing feeling.

A thin piece of metal so little

But it could take a life as we speak.

And a river of blood

It'll turn into a flood

Oh my god

What have I done?

Theres something I should tell you

But the words come to a halt.

My thoughts that once raced

All came to a stop.

As I remember who I used to be

And the worst is my smile

That I had to run a mile

And thats its still just a mask.