![]() ConfessionA Poem by ChrisBless me father for I have sinned. For her life I did rescind.
In my secret life I am a fighter. In my secret life I am a writer. I wear a mask to seem kinder, Still doing as I please despite her.
She said I would never amount to anything. She said I would sit back and do nothing. "I have proven I can do something, And in my world I am king.
I won't listen to what you have to say, I won't let your plauge stay, By the end you better pray, I'll send you to your god today!"
I told her I would be back. I told her I would attack. I stood there letting the rage stack. "Now a life is what you'll lack.
Little did you know I can fight. Little did you know I can write. Both talents kept from your sight, That changes tonight."
Her death was pure poetry. Her death let me be free. In her blood I wrote for all to see, "You revealed the killer in me."
© 2011 ChrisAuthor's Note
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16 Reviews Added on May 12, 2011 Last Updated on May 12, 2011 Author![]() ChrisHanover, MDAboutMy birthday is the 26th of May 1992. Quotes: "We're the middle children of history, man--no purpose or place. We have no great war. No great depression. Our great war's a spiritual war. Our grea.. more..Writing
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