Murder

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My tears are spent, but the pain lingers.

Inside I feel dead, while blood drips from my fingers.

Shadows linger where the light falls and memories return to haunt.

Everything is my fault, my soul has become gaunt.

The steel in my palms, now long in the past,

Returns to mind, oh... it shall make me an outcast.

I hide like a dog, in the dark of night.

Yet they are coming like a tide, bringing their light.

Memories return to haunt, as the past is unearthed.

It is my entire fault, if only I had not faltered!

The screams, oh... the screams, will it ever end?

My dreams have become nightmares; my past and future seem to blend.

The hammer slams down, sorrow sears through me,

Similar to that of a knife, I am never to be free.

Doomed for all to see, imprisoned by my deeds,

With nowhere to flee, but within me... whilst my torment feeds.

I shiver as the days depart, the end of my life draws near.

The walls are all numbered. I now know Fear.

Oh God... dear God, they are here to fetch,

And lead me like a cow; I have become such a wretch.

The taste of my bile burns, it eats at my emotional lesion.

Now I realize how I have defiled. I accept the court's decision.

Time seems suspended, sweat runs off me like blood,

I am vulnerable; my memories take me like a flood.

All memories will soon stop, but one will burningly remain.

Of a night long past, when I caused others so much pain.

When in lust and hate, I raised my knife,

And plunged it deep inside, till she had no more life!

I remember that night, when I took her body,

And to save myself, I killed her as if she was nobody.

Now here I sit, strapped down, for what I've done, ready to expire.

And I realize I am not prepared, as she was, to retire.

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