[Living in Death]
I'm astonished by the
flames in his eyes
For his conscience
is ablaze,
Just like a wildfire
For he's dead withinSo alcohol or cigarettes
can't scar him,
And guns or knives
can't slay himFor this soul gives new
meaning to the word
'DEATH'
And he's still alive
But not withinFor the stars decended on
the day of his judgement
And the rainclouds couldn't
withhold their tearsWhile his poor mother
chanted his name,
As if she was summoning
him out of his chainsBut deathy deaf
he remained,
For he couldn't speak
for himselfAnd if he did
only in short,
For he was forcibly
speechlessBut lets walk back to
the day of this crime;
When he arouse one
morning without his
suns in his skyLeaving a pitch black
darkness
That one can't defineOf what, used to be
A pleasing lifeOf a husband, a wife
And a childThat vanished away
at the swing of a knife
At a time when tree
leaves fellBut that day he fell also,
Off the tree of life into
endless tormentWhen he was struck by
a lightening quick reality,
When he was found
evidently guilty
On his judgement day,
When he was sentenced
to a life in prisonFor he slaughtered his
happiness,
Both of them!
In a Kingdom of lost
love
And enticing pleasuresSo some deemed him as
psychopathic,
While others deemed
him as evilBut me; When I look
into his eyes,
I see endless torturesAs deep as a black
hole in the universe,
Depicting
'Saddening horrors'
And hidden tales of
withheld pain,
As deep as a oceanBut he still hasn't
uttered a word
Since he was jailed
last autumn,
Since he was found
guilty,For butchering his loved
ones.
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Even Murderers Die
PoetryAuthor: 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...