Crime Scene:
Nobody move
There's a chalk white outline drawn on the ground
For the person I used to be
No one makes a sound
There was a murder in this room
And no one is willing to take the blame
Pointing fingers, you're all the same
Each and every one
Was the culprit for the death
Of what couldn't survive
The pure prejudice
Will murder the rest.
~J.K.M
Lie To Me:
Lie to my face
Right through your teeth
One of these days the lies you speak
Will rot away the veneer
And there will be a mouth
Of gaping holes left in its wake
And I'll finally see the truth
Hanging on the back of your tongue.
~J.K.M
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1. An Implication (Poetry)
PoetryPoetry for humanity. A collection of thoughts. An array of poetry displayed in raw light. "For what it's worth, not even words can explain the complications in ones head." ~J.K.M.
