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Innocence Spattered in Red

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Entirely altering, despite the desire to thoroughly lacking; guilt festered from this self-inflicted wound- though noble, the actions which led: an alienation, self-devised, self-inflicted, for the purposes of vengeance: friendship deemed meaningless, useless: a pain- unaffected, the child held nothing against the essential element of life, however obviously the aforementioned changed with the traumatic Change: the specific all-important never-forgotten wretched day- the day the sun ceased to rise and the blood never ceased to shed, the day innocence became spattered in red: the Changer, causer- though not rooted entirely deeply far enough for full responsibility of the events and actions that exploded that day- although the Changed did not know, was not aware, was not made aware- nevertheless the Changer experienced sufficient weight upon his soul, conscience, and being: for when an action such as this, an action clouded in the oxygen-vessels of one's carnal being, though not entirely carried out to the full extent of maliciousness, damages nonetheless- individuals perceive what is before them, not the intentions behind- especially so when the Changer's mask is thick, cemented, and unfaltering.

Imagine, view, experience his distraught as he observed the Changed, the innocently corrupted Changed- push from himself all options of companionship.

An undisclosed, interminable stretch of time slithers painfully through the Changer's consciousness, as he suffers through the Changed's refusal to soften, to melt, to seep.  

Creeping through the village, staring through nooks, vision poking through crannies- after ages spent viewing the suffering, the depressions, the corruption of one's loves, of one's only living love through one's own hand and actions- through one's own obedience and un-obstruction.

Imagine, believe, experience the relief, the glee, the exhale of tense sinew and nerves- as the Changed changes more- to the less-rigid side, enough so that he may know the virtues of friendship despite that one specific, all-important never-forgotten wretched day- the day the sun ceased to rise and the blood never ceased to shed, the day innocence became spattered in red. Forget, ignore, disallow the grim realization that graced the Changer's face and being that day.
Inspired by this fanart: [link] and the Uchiha Massacre and the effects it had on the brothers.

This is sort of like a drabble, I guess. It's not complete yet. I don't think it covers enough of what I want it to cover for me to put it on ff.net yet. It needs more of the effects in there.

It's supposed to be muddled and heavy, and somewhat like Poe's sweet, sweet prose. I'm definitely going to add more to this.

PLEASE TELL ME IF THIS SUCKS, THANKS.
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