1 June 2012

Guilty

main.gallows

Colour me crimson

Paint my eyes

Drag me down

Bang my drum

Strike me out

Fake me

Shake me

Just don’t take me

To the gallows pole

The merciless quake

An oceanic regret

The giant mistake

Cannot be undone

Innocent blood

Slickens my trail

Stains my hands guilty

The memory ingrained

Will always find me

In this jail

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2 comments:

  1. It is strange when we finally realize the rigorous conglomerates of jails around us

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  2. I think we all do porridge sometime

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