The world i once ruled fooled me, these chains i wear brings an
era of growing pains. Buried in thought; i waited for my martyr:
The session began as the judge walked in without grudge. A
clatter and uproar subdued with receptive mood, the felon i
became took an oath. He made statements untrue at first view.
A paid cover defends my keep; calling witnesses from an infinite deep. I could see his efforts to keep me from a death sleep.
A fresh statement by the public prosecutor to hold me bound on a dungeons keep. I asked myself “am I worth the keep?"
“An undue option to keep him bound” the judge screamed; he decided that a probable case was not established. He dismissed the accusation. My heart gave into laughter which lasted for a while.
And there she was “my girl”, through the aisle, walking on slow strides and took a stand against me.
It was a sober reality because she knew everything about me. She made cold and resentful remarks against me. Where did i get it all wrong? How can the world be so feeble and crude?
My tears seem unending. My cold feet gave in. This was obviously the death of me. I sought a shade of hope in my heart and found none. I sought for hope in her but in her eyes i could see hate.
The judge called a recess, the public was my jury; my existence their discord, in their hands my fate - an unfortunate series of events.
Guilty! In my faint i could hear them curse. The jury clatters my recoup “...The judgment of his flaws will not pause”
The sentence: death by drowning.
But what was my crime? With this I woke up from my slumber all sweaty.
A paid cover defends my keep; calling witnesses from an infinite deep. I could see his efforts to keep me from a death sleep.
A fresh statement by the public prosecutor to hold me bound on a dungeons keep. I asked myself “am I worth the keep?"
“An undue option to keep him bound” the judge screamed; he decided that a probable case was not established. He dismissed the accusation. My heart gave into laughter which lasted for a while.
And there she was “my girl”, through the aisle, walking on slow strides and took a stand against me.
It was a sober reality because she knew everything about me. She made cold and resentful remarks against me. Where did i get it all wrong? How can the world be so feeble and crude?
My tears seem unending. My cold feet gave in. This was obviously the death of me. I sought a shade of hope in my heart and found none. I sought for hope in her but in her eyes i could see hate.
The judge called a recess, the public was my jury; my existence their discord, in their hands my fate - an unfortunate series of events.
Guilty! In my faint i could hear them curse. The jury clatters my recoup “...The judgment of his flaws will not pause”
The sentence: death by drowning.
But what was my crime? With this I woke up from my slumber all sweaty.
