© July 15, 2016. All Rights Reserved.
I’m gun-shy. You’re trigger happy.
I’m lifeless haunted by a killer’s life,
Enduring your crimes. Make me.
There’s villains in my veins;
I’m possessed. I want to kill your wife,
As I glare at an oath in the courtroom.
This is a losing end with no gains.
My voice is interrupted in limited time.
How cocky must the jurors be to know morality?
Injustice is served as I face a cruel judge,
Who rapes his wife. Deprive me anytime.
Humans kill for free. Kill yourself for a dime.
My mind interrogates my soul as I hold a grudge.
Innocence is betrayal to the life of hate.
My mother stuffed a dead infant in my backpack.
I reached for my textbooks and screamed.
Insanity in the hallway. It’s fate.
It’s an ordinary flashback as dark as pitch black.
I’m diagnosed with schizophrenia.
My statement isn’t redeemed.
Even the voices tell me to die,
Demonising my spirit.
I see a spirit begging for a deal.
In exchange for my soul, I can receive anything.
Clear it. Clearly, I’m not on the bright side.
My mother killed herself before my trial,
And I see her laughing. I want suicide.
Accuse me of living framed.
I want out. Abuse is a lifestyle.
Maybe your mother didn’t hate you so much,
But every claim of demon is unnamed.
I can’t feel bruises from police brutality.
I can’t feel the pain for a dead infant.
I can’t feel my strategy to win this case,
But I didn’t kill. Believe my face.
When I was born, I should’ve been killed in an instant.
I’m here apologising for an act I didn’t commit.
A stubborn riot outside cheers.
The death penalty is forced.
I agree to the deal. She never promised it.
My soul is lost. I live through tears,
Ending my life before the judge gets divorced.