I am framed
I am the killer
I wonder why this happened
I wonder if they will find out
I hear his greedy laughter
I hear his pathetic cries
I see a blood splattered mirror, devilish grin looking back
I see a shattered window, frightened eyes peeking through
I want out of this nightmare
I want this life to end
I am his fallen angel
I am his grinning devil
I pretend I am dreaming, hot needle waking me
I pretend I am being reborn, liquid burning through my veins
I feel the leather straps, torn flesh beneath
I feel the chains of defeat, heavy and cold
I touch the starchy sheets, cheaply made
I touch the steel table, cool and sterile
I worry that I may never see her again
I worry that it’s too late, my life here coming to an end
I cry out, hearing those final words
I cry, tears streaming down my face, racked with pain
I am dying
I am in agony
I understand that it was him, the killer of them all
I understand he knows, though his hand did the deed
I say my final words, nothing special, just, “goodbye”
I say his worst fears, the death of many on his head
I dream of my family, son now orphaned, protected by the law
I dream of my victims, sweet life seeping through their cloths
I try to plead, truth spilling from my lips, short of breath, voice unheard
I try to break free from my bonds, a new host I must seek
I hope they realize the truth, my mind unstable
I hope they live in ignorance, his wish unknown
I am the man who killed, but my memories are pure
I am his other half, the mastermind of it all
YOU ARE READING
I am...
Thơ caI am a poem. I wonder how it will end. I hear the investigation reports. I see the evidence. I want to be solved. I am a murder case.
