Ode to the loss of innocence

Gravestones carve themselves in my head.
Blood soaks through the snowy white carpet.
Knives fall from the once innocent hands of my soul.
My heart has broken into pieces I can't put back together.

Pure used to fit like a glove but now it burns my body and runs from me.
The sound of a broken mind is all that remains in my pitch black thoughts.
Sometimes things can be fixed, but as of now things are beyond repair.