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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