Confessions

 

Maybe it's better off this way

And in my mind it'll always stay.

Underestimate my power of suggestion

Or, maybe, just a rhetorical question.

 A man in love, not thinking clear,

Is the pawn I chose to steer.

 

I had these acts to commission

All he required was ammunition.

Maybe it was the tear in my eye

Had each of them buying my lie.

I never killed a single man

At least not by my own hand.

 

With that said...

Are they any less dead?

To each I was married

Before they were buried.

And they will see me again

Not one holding hope for heaven.

Now sensing my death very near,

It's my hell I honestly fear...

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Messing with words. Different then my usual things. I am having issues with the fonts... and my brain. I have been out of the game... I need to work out some kinks.

Reviews

[Captain Blackheart (The..]

I noticed the changes in fonts and style, very creative, maybe you should keep thring these sorts of thing and push the boundries. A very good write!

[Diana Owen Busy with Li..]

great work.... you really have a knack for this... keep up the good work.

[Robert Luna]

I have been wondering about you my dear but it is great see your words once again. This was great made me think of the Black Widow killer and this being her last confession on her death bed. I liked that thought and it had my imagination doing back flips with the story itself in my mind's eye. Very creative and interesting. I could see you expanding this into a lot larger story. But I love the way you weaved this story so wonderfully here.



Great Job!!!!!!

[Tania Leigh]

Tamme, welcome back to the game....what an entrance this is!

Deliciously dark.....awesome write.