R.I.P. we mourn the day you were lost.
They stole you away in the night… kidnapped.
Into the forest you vanished
trapped
no escape
never to return
Nightmares is reality
The world grows silent… here I can not run from the truth. I can not run away from myself when there are no more words to speak. No more air to breath here at the grave of her death and dreams. I lie down a wilting flower upon the overgrown thistle and thorn atop the cold marble slab. “R.I.P. Here lies her Innocence, 1996, six years old…”
She left me behind a little ghost. She took with her my childlike excitement and trust in the basic goodness of the world. In place we built up walls of protection around a heart that no longer beats. Feelings were replaced with numb disillusion.
…I feel lost without her. I lost the essence of being to the cruel hands that took her life.
Innocence you are ever on my mind
You are loved
You are missed
I mourn the agony of your loss
Your truly,
The Taken
