I've began to wonder about the power over life and death.
If I had to decide for another creature, which would I pick?
If someone made me kill either my mother or my father with no way I could of fought,
I would pick my mother without so much as a second thought.
If I was told to hurt one of my little brothers,
I think I'd pick the one I don't like as much as the others.
Or if someone had me choose between my best friend or him,
I would kill her in an instant.
Yes, I pick my battles and I chose carefully,
I've given this thought yes most definitely.
Am I sick for knowing who I would prefer dead or alive,
Sure, I'd say so, but what does it matter what goes on in my mind?
YOU ARE READING
Honesty Hour
PoetryI'm a liar. A dirty, dirty, secretive liar. The only honesty about me is shown through my writing. (yes the cover is a selfie I don't know how to do covers I'll change it later)
