If You Did
If you committed crime,
And not care to talk to me,
Not that I'd care if you did,
My emotions are deadened, you see.
If you killed,
If you stole,
If you did,
The small crevice becomes a bigger hole.
Can they realize,
That they try to accessorize
My will shrivels, hospitalized,
The cheap compliments you try to materialize.
As the colored leaves fall,
My bones and innards, on the floor they begin to sprawl,
My insecurities make me feel oh so small,
As my weakened self's thrown to the ground, trying to crawl.
Slowly, but steadily,
Likely,his poison seeps in,
Oh, he lunged with his knife in hand, readily,
When he fell to his knees, the vanished rush of adrenalin.
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