The Murderer

Actualizing humanity
Bound in chains
Chains made of iron
Dark room is your prison
Ever be held there
Far fetched alibi keeps you safe
Go get your truth, tuck it away
Hold it close, hold it dear
I will not be coming back
Jail break, jail bound
Killing happened
Lose those dear to you
Made you crazy
No, made you psychotic
Often you think about it
Partly because it’s always there
Quite a burden
Running away from the truth all the time
So you killed your family
Truth comes out finally
Underneath fear and underneath death
Valuable to the judge
When this happened
Xanthic fingers grab you
Your ghosts are coming back
Zestless child, zestless ghosts.

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