They asked me why I did it
For I am the one to blame
When the gunshot triggered
He was screaming out my name
I wish I could directly fold
This hand that I’ve been dealt
I wish that I could hold
and feel what I once felt
This round is not over
I won’t last till it’s done
I need me a four leaf clover
To win back what I once won
Is this punishment for disobedience
chastised for things gone wrong?
Save me from my personal Hades
For I’ve forgotten about being strong
I can’t resolves these issues
revolving in my head
don’t know what I’ll tell his missus
Her husband now is dead
“Why do such a horrible thing
You vile and heartless beast!
He was everything that I ever loved
How am I to live with him deceased?”
Blame it on the liquor
or on the vile medicine
What once held fervent favour
Is now wearing my soul thin
How am I to show her
the things he did to me
Should I let her know
his hidden hypocrisy?
Give me hope and reason
to keep on going forth
Don’t bar me with my treason
and expose me in my court
I know I must protect her
This weak woman in her youth
Her husband would have finished her
left her mad and mute
A twin soul we share
but this dark twisted side is mine
I know I love her dearly
but I saved her just in time
My mind is speaking a dead language
The dialect now unknown
My voice just echoes back
I am speaking it alone
I will not seek her forgiveness
nor will she spare me from eternal hate
It doesn’t matter to me
As long as it wasn’t too late
Guilt I know is mine
And verdict shall soon be passed
My last words on death row be
Take me home atlast
I glance into the eyes of his missus
and just in a flash, my twin soul I see
the woman staring back, horror struck,
that woman, his missus, is me.
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 4:15 AM UTC
They asked me why I did it
For I am the one to blame
When the gunshot triggered
He was screaming out my name
I wish I could directly fold
This hand that I’ve been dealt
I wish that I could hold
and feel what I once felt
This round is not over
I won’t last till it’s done
I need me a four leaf clover
To win back what I once won
Is this punishment for disobedience
chastised for things gone wrong?
Save me from my personal Hades
For I’ve forgotten about being strong
I can’t resolves these issues
revolving in my head
don’t know what I’ll tell his missus
Her husband now is dead
“Why do such a horrible thing
You vile and heartless beast!
He was everything that I ever loved
How am I to live with him deceased?”
Blame it on the liquor
or on the vile medicine
What once held fervent favour
Is now wearing my soul thin
How am I to show her
the things he did to me
Should I let her know
his hidden hypocrisy?
Give me hope and reason
to keep on going forth
Don’t bar me with my treason
and expose me in my court
I know I must protect her
This weak woman in her youth
Her husband would have finished her
left her mad and mute
A twin soul we share
but this dark twisted side is mine
I know I love her dearly
but I saved her just in time
My mind is speaking a dead language
The dialect now unknown
My voice just echoes back
I am speaking it alone
I will not seek her forgiveness
nor will she spare me from eternal hate
It doesn’t matter to me
As long as it wasn’t too late
Guilt I know is mine
And verdict shall soon be passed
My last words on death row be
Take me home atlast
I glance into the eyes of his missus
and just in a flash, my twin soul I see
the woman staring back, horror struck,
that woman, his missus, is me.
