Serial killer,
Sociopath,
Got me a heart,
I'll never get back
Time spent wasted,
Pain and tears,
On all these countless,
Useless years
Could ask for it back,
What's the point,
You sharpen your knives,
Leaving me disjoint
Blood, tears and sweat,
Something I'll never,
Never get back
Held my own,
Of course I did,
Backlash and gravestones,
For all these fears
No body ever wants to listen,
Listening would mean understanding,
Understanding would mean to agree
So I suffer alone,
Just me,
And these thoughts,
Endless thoughts,
Running marathons around my mind,
Wondering when it's time to let them out,
Set them free for the world to see
Right now though,
I'm known to you,
And your known to me,
And I'll always be,
Just the serial killer,
The sociopath,
The person who's heart,
They never got back
You see the pain,
You see the tears and their stain,
But still you dare utter his name
You speak that I tell lies,
For some reason he has an alibi,
And of course.
Like Chaska and Sacco,
You watch me slowly die
I await my date.
Hours pass by,
And I can't help but wonder,
Wonder why?
Why did I fall prey to your selfish game?
Why is it that the court only seems to remember my name?
Why am I the one who is locked away,
While I see you frolicking,
Taking yet another prey?
They don't see how you stalk,
Hungry like an animal,
Drooling slobbering mess you made,
Watching for the most way to jade
They will never understand how it feels,
To watch as someone takes from you what you will never,
Never have again,
To fall victim to a hunger predator,
Watch him walk in the court room,
Smirk on his face.
Eyes wide open as he points your way,
"LIES!" He cries, "Blasphemy, people you all know me!"
He points, the accused stands trail,
"Look at the Witch and then you'll see! Your true culprit no, not me!"
The courtroom is quiet,
Well almost,
Unless you count the two hearts beating,
In that man's suit coat
Court is adjourned,
Guilt let blame,
Now all you'll remember is my name
The one was was committed on no crime,
A really long lived suicide,
These walls lay silent,
No sound made,
Expect the thoughts ram rotting my brain
My chest lay open,
No longer free for attack,
He took what wasn't his and I want it back
Waiting for my final breath
These stones change people,
But not me,
I'm still buried six feet deep.
Struggling to breathe,
To get heard,
Get out any word,
To tell my side of the story
The day has finally come,
Sweet sweet homicide,
Static feels the air,
Running down my spine,
Volumizing my hair
They ask for any last words,
As if I could concur,
I sigh looking up into the eyes,
Of the pools of people who are watching
"Serial killer,
Sociopath,
Got me a heart,
I'll never get back"
This is what I deserve,
I presume,
As the room fills with gloom,
Awaiting the word,
Waiting my last breath
The waves of electricity fill my body,
But I'm already dead,
Down my shoulders and frying my head,
There is no sounds in my concave chest
