Trapped

Silence in a neighborhood
Kisses on a gun noozle

A wall painted with blood
A body left with a note

“Sorry”I quote
On  it he wrote

Blame me or not
Frame me if it’s worth

A sinking lullaby
On it he had an alibi

Soaked was his tie
Torn,his thigh

His soul astute
Considered among the minute

Yesterday he wore his suit
He coughed,then blew his flute

A shot,ends a beautiful life
With his killer,he had a strife

The footsteps of a runaway
Alerted,the killer trying to get away

As he sets on his way
His fate,on a runway

Knocks came down his door
Rushing,he trips on the floor

He knew what he was in for
He just couldn’t keep his ego

A fresh kill on the floor
He’s trapped with nothing to live for

Written by najeeb mouktar

Reviews

[Workvio]

A tragically powerful piece that displays quite well that the path to crime and sin is laden with no return on a one way street to disaster ... Sadly, the innocent pave the way ...

[usman]

of course sir,you really get the message.
thank you