A poetic confession of the murder of an innocent. And advice against vice for all those in the peril of losing themselves.

My life’s been ripped apart,
And has been torn to tiny shreds
Severed are the threads
That tied my body to my heart.

Darkness now awaits me
And I can’t resist the call
Death pulls ceaselessly
And all men must fall
All that’s left – debris.

For me no ship held out,
No carriage on my route,
Deep down into the black,
No torch to light the track,
Alone I have to go
Without the faintest glow.

Such is the one, my only path,
And when it all begins to fade
We all shall have to face the wrath
O, had our hands been stayed!
But a white dress is stained with blood
And the murderous hand must be tried.
To repay the murd’rer died,
But never shall the innocent know good
Nor evil, as it had been slain
Still before it’s time had come
To become the killers bane.

So I stand now clear and free
As there cannot be atonement for me
But before I leave know this:
All men must fall – you too
Your forebears mistakes reminisce
Not to repeat them unwisely
Lest you, too, die so untimely.

From this earth I have been banished
And, as the innocent’s life vanished
So may my life be, too, diminished:
It is finished.

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  • Socorro Lawas on Sep 4, 2011

    “Oh had our hands been stayed!” Beautiful sentiment.

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