Crimes against humanity.
Once count of displeasure.
Two counts of trusting.
Three for all breathes
taken from empty words.
Testify against the innocent.
It's the only way to feel power.
To win against what doesn't matter.
You'll be nothing but 12 little
voices in a crowded room.
They'll cut you down from the
hangmans noose a little to late.
You stole her heart and ran away,
a crime which can't be forgiven.
Crawling on your knees and
pleading till the sun dies away
will never be enough.
You promised too many
times with fingers crossed.
Always saying giving up was
never answer, yet you left
her in the core of the storm.
The court room is a last resort.
Windows full of evergreens.
Freedom just behind the exit sign.
Do you remember her mangled torso?
Tears drying down her cheek as her
hand reached for the last touch of life?
You kissed her bluing lips, running
away from what you always feared;
being loved for all the right reasons.
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