She weeps and screams
In pain and misery
His ragged clothes
Soaked in crimson

He lays on a puddle
Of raindrops and blood
He is innocent she says
He is not they said

Untouched trigger
Resting in his hand
Plastic of venom
Hidden inside his pants

They say he is a runner
She says he is a lover
They say he is a killer
She says he’s the pillar