After a Murder
[Freezing]
I could hear again;
Hear the stories
on the outside
In a refrigerator
Filled with ice
Where screams fade
Where dreams freeze
Where love is lost
Where there is no more
me
For this was my own
unorthodox crucifiction
Without a cross
or desciples
To witness the hanging
of my poor soul,
For that the human eyes
can't behold
But I believed your false
doctrines
That broke the borders
Between reality for me
And demolished my
faith in Christ and
Christianity
For I became the devil
When I saw your face
But I didn’t realize
Til' I was burning in
your hell
A hell made of ice
Where everything is frozen
And where nothing has
hope to live again
For just imagine your
body freezing to death
For just imagine your
muscles becoming stiff
As the statue of liberty
Without the liberation,
For you left me like an
orphan to fend for myself
In the refrigerator;
To burn in my fiery thoughts
of you,
To freeze to death without a
single clue
For your jealousy turned
you murderously insane,
When you took up that gun
and blasted out my brain
And stained my house,
my mind and my soul
When you took up that gun
and lost control
But now I'm dead with
my remains in a box,
For you left me in a
refrigerator
To fend for myself
And to bury the crimes that
you hid in my conscience,
That no one will ever hear,
Again
For you're the Grim Reaper
And you've reaped my life,
But somehow my soul
remained alive
So I've returned to remind
you, once again,
That 'Even Murders Die'.
YOU ARE READING
Even Murderers Die
PuisiAuthor: Jevaunie Patterson Poetry Type: [Narrative Poetry] Book Status: [In-completed] Book Editing: [In-completed] This book showcases my life though murders, suicides and deaths (I support none of those things). This book examines some events tha...
