Innocence.
(a dead whisper)
It's a funny thing, isn't it?
(hardly)
It's so pure. It's presence so strong.
(weak)
And yet
So easily shattered from shards of darkness.
We should have protected you.
Your mind.
(too late now)
How could all the pressure go unnoticed?
(you tell me)
We felt it too
(really? you didn't show it)
But it wasn't quite the same, was it?
(no)
We're all flawed.
You were too. But in a different way.
You were innocent.
You were fragile.
(weak)
We are too.
But not like you.
No.
(never)
You were innocent once.
Is there a way we can bring it back?
(I don't want it)
Your brokenness
Is
destroying
us
(I'm sorry)
And I can't help but wonder,
How much longer until another one of us falls?