The trial had begun,
I was standing amongst the dead,
An invisible ghost destined to be guilty,
And off goes my head,
How might I stop this,
He was the king for all to see,
Even if I could- Which is impossible,
It would only stall what is ment to be,
There in the shadows,
Lost from the sound,
All the dead shouting,
Everything so loud,
People were judging,
Without words to defend myself from the hate,
But I will always remember when he first saw me,
And wanted to take me on a date,
I should have rejected,
Though i couldn't say no,
He was the king after all,
But when I said yes- my death date was set to go,
I wish I could stop this,
But he is bored playing puppeteer,
Which means my time is up,
And everyone will hear the cries of a dead girl disappear...
YOU ARE READING
Blood On My Hands
PoetryPoems and the odd stories✍ ----- FYI- .)TW negative / sad subjects .) large range of subjects .) I may change or widen the aspects of each .)I'll post whenever in whatever quantity... maybe ill try and sort out my schedule . Thank you and I hope yo...
