Where bloody murder, detested bloody rape...
Whisper in their ear my dreadful name,
Then go in search finding that person with the sickened name.
Since this is just a poem, there aren't many people that talk about the story of the person that committed the crime.
Where bloody murder, detested bloody rape,
Whisper in their ear my dreadful name
While going in search for the person with sickened name,
There is the person given the blame.
While I sit on the lawn, handcuffs get put on.
Facing 13 felonies, I wish I had my melodies.
While I had my fun,
I realized what I had done, when I was drunk
While I am 23,
There she is at 14.
Driving my honda, and giving her vodka I take her to my house,
Then I take off her blouse.
She never said yes,
And she never said go.
While I got more and more angry, she tells me to stop, and I say no.
While she keeps saying stop, stop, stop
I finally yell no.
She began to fight,
I slapped her.
She began to cry,
I slapped her even harder.
She began to push me off,
But I did not budge.
I pushed her down, squeezing her arm.
After I had my fun,
She realized what I had done.
After letting her go, she began to run,
Running home faster than a cheetah catching its prey,
Going home when it was dark, darker than a room at night
Bruises on her arm,
Slap marks where I slapped her,
I think about the night with regret, and realized what I had taken from her at such an early age.
I wish I could forget.
I tell her sorry and I hope she can forgive me, but we're back where we left off.
Sitting on the lawn filled with guilt, my handcuffs are on, regretting my "fun", and now spending the next fourteen years in a jail cell waiting for my freedom.
