Purity is a label,

That I can’t live up to;

Others seeing me so white,

Is something I can’t bear.

 

The hope glimmering in their eyes,

The expectations dripping off their voices;

Both drive me to the edge of sanity,

Just to push me over the edge.

 

I’ve been falling, tumbling for so long,

That I’ve lost all memory of solid ground;

A time when, though no spotlight was on me,

I was still completely content.

 

Now, plummeting through the darkness,

My shining, gentle spirit attracts more attention still;

For in my demise they see the death of their flaws,

The destruction of what points out their hatred.

 

They watch as I fall farther beyond their reach,

The embodiment of godly innocence;

One generation after another,

My reincarnations have been falling continuously.

 

And though the stars are bright,

And though the sun still shines,

I’ll never again see the light,

And I’ll never feel their warmth again.

 

For I have been sacrificed,

One made out of fear;

My life is simply being used,

Over and over again.

 

This purity, my innocence so revered,

This white soul, my gentle mind;

Exiled into darkness,

Symbolic of what mankind has lost.