Innocence Is Violent

Soft little hands, clean of stain
Smiling wide in falling rain
Words like petals, sharp and sweet
Crushing hearts beneath their feet
Wrapped in silk, but tearing skin
Killing kind with innocence pinned
Innocence is violent
Quiet hands that riot
Velvet voice, a sharpened knife
Smiling as they steal a life
Eyes like dawn, but cold inside
Fingers drawing bloody lines
A gentle face, a silent scream
A massacre wrapped in a dream
Wrapped in silk, but tearing skin
Killing kind with innocence pinned
Innocence is violent
Quiet hands that riot
Velvet voice, a sharpened knife
Smiling as they steal a life
Don't be fooled by porcelain grace
The sweetest mask can hide a blade
Innocence is violent
Whispers turning violent
A choir of angels raining knives
Beneath the white, the red survives