Sweet Lolita

There is a world out there my sweet Lolita,

There is a world without the fiends, without fists crashing upon you,

There is a world where you are wanted, yet, where nothing is wanted from you,

The world needs your bravery; it needs your face, a sheer sight of innocence blazing through the pain,

But dear Lolita let me touch your pain,

Let me see from your eyes the nightmares of your day,

And cacodemons of your night,

Scared you are, scarred you are, hungry you are for love,

But love ain’t the devilish glint in those eyes,

Elongated Moments have slashed your innocence,

Arrogance and adamancies, rising from will to brave the haunting times,

I see through it all,

A heart of gold, a mind of steel, but graveled by destiny,

Brewing thickened mist of distrust,

I curse the bystanders,

The masters of the hell hounds and the brutes crawling up the walls,

The walls of your soul, mind and your home no more a haven,

I shall vanquish them to a path of heated coal, oozing lava and blackened mist,

Life shall be crushed out of them by the angels of hell,

Our breaths might be battered,

But moon of my eye, Let me show you to that world,

It waits with batted breath for your feverish zeal,

Let me take you there; Sweet Lolita, let me lead you back to me.