Homicide

She makes it look practical

in the eyes of innocence

I close my eyes in wonder

and hear her voice

a gentle scream

secrets escaping

getting me weary

Thoughts I cannot explain

mixing my wake

I'm facing her with the malice

of a child but I still have

yet to understand

Cause I know what I've done

cannot be returned

In my life I've never known

so much unexplained mysteries

Beware wanderer don't you stare

Life can flash before you care

Don't worry yourself dead

if your afraid cause

she is still your friend

I can't think straightly

I sink

The noise

This terror

The silence

This pain

My pain

I escape

But not from the voices

The silence is breaking

The silence is breaking

The silence is breaking

me down

I cannnot even frown

The sound of this terror

I'm down

I can't believe

What I've done

And it can't be returned.
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