PerpetratorA Story by EvErEyEsNo one beilieve in innocence of the not guiltyIn a dark, meaningless, and lonely world I walk Street and home filled with whispers a dark symphony Cried, lost my voice only for no one to listen Eyes swollen like a venomous spider sting Cut to see if I still felt Lost everything but own self disappointment Got a head full despair filled with images of strangers Felt ashamed of all that “I did” If I saw no wrong, I did no wrong What is my freedom worth when no one believes my words? I’m down upon my knees, asking the one above why he seems to delay My nights are sleepless my days are dark Colorblind to the brightness of a life away from harm and insecurity I’m drowning and asphyxiating with a fever which seems to not pass Dreams of dying fill my subconscious, warm and inviting calling my name Where was my innocence? Why does no one seem to believe my troubles? Is there any cure for my life, or was it too late for this disease? I am punished for the wrong others annihilate with no remorse, no fear behind their eyes Not me, I can see the truth that lies behind LISTEN! PLEASE! I yell “I am a devil in angel shoes” “a victim” Still, my pleads not heard Back side of heads I get, the ones I love no longer remember who I once was, Another blame to live with, another web of guilt captures my freedom Now I lack strength to move All have walked and watched me fall Failed to give them reason to trust, reasons to be missed I’m thinking it’s a sign for my troubled head Am I really the perpetrator? That everything seems perfect from a far Away they stay, away they will stay All left to do is live all accusations and run Goodbye all who I love I can’t be saved, for time will never wear this feeling away In the end my presence might still lingerer © 2012 EvErEyEsAuthor's Note
Reviews
|
Stats
1307 Views
24 Reviews Added on November 30, 2012 Last Updated on November 30, 2012 AuthorEvErEyEsL.A, CAAboutOutgoing person with lots of friends. loved from all around. I have always loved to write but never was able to get my ideas straight i just write what i feel even if it turn out to be a big blah, at .. more..Writing
Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
|