Friday, April 20, 2012


These hands
Adrenaline shakes them
My heart beats faster
Than it has ever pumped
I wish for slack
Just a slight moment
To recover
And receive a break
But this moment
Won't allow it
I hear the sirens
Of those who stand
Against what I
Have done
But they believe
What they will
And trap me within
Pinned physically
And with this charge
The murder of my love
And I close my eyes
Wish for death
As it is granted
And I meet my love

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