My head is pounding
And everything around me jus t seems a big blur
Footsteps pa ing
Shadows waiting
For the ending of the cries that are heard
The sudden anger
The way we strangle every word that tries to leave our mouths
Our concients fading
Souls remaing true to what they once where
A shock of rage
Fire and shame
All lost is found
A knifes been crowned
As death is confirmed
The truth is unwhrled and manslaughter is announced
For my own protection, I cry
My father is evil, I sigh
He has taken many lives you see from those to please him they are not to be
And the fore lies are thrown at sthem
They drown if guilt and then
The murdere strikes again
If I ask you
Is it right or wrong to kill someone for what they have done
In the heat of the moment
They deserved it
But then you are locked up, for what they have done
Because you gave them the easy way out; death.
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Murders' Relatives
PoetryEvery one has different thoughts, different minds, but sometimes we must accept that there is only one way to deal with things and thats to live with it! These are a collection of poems written to show that whether we choose to or not there are thin...
