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6 poems·Since December 2020
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Runaway

December 28, 2020
I saw the trademark on your face
 
the true evil grin and eyes of sin
 
violence covered her body in lace
 
disappeared without a trace
 
I saw the pity the
 
and sorrow on your face
 
Never getting out alive you say
 
how pretty I am with fear
 
imprinted and frozen upon my face
 
your so pretty and now a hopeless case
 
 
 
 
 
suicidal ideation
 
it is the only way out you see
 
manipulation and sorrowful lies
 
was the key to unlock the door
 
did you enter willingly?
 
What a poor little boy
 
using girls as personal toys
 
can't even face his crime
 
you would rather die by suicide than
 
serve a miniscule amount of time
 
who are you to run instead of face your consequence
 
A coward selling poison adding
 
depth to the hell you will soon be in
 
have you no remorse for what you have done
 
for you robbed the girl and pretend
 
to be the victim
 
cowards don't stand a chance
 
They finally found you
 
Shots fired as you ran
 
eyes open and light blue
 
the world gained a light
 
that shines when evil dies
 
The balance of peace shifted tonight
 
You can run but not hide from your crimes
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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