Beautiful Assasin
I gawk across the court
A witness to her Murdered Love
She points towards the Guilty veins
That Blocked a Dead heart
He seduces her amid those firing eyes
And she flames in bloody fluids
Over her blemished cheeks
At which his Lip marks
Yet as the defence
Solicits, and again solicits
A wordless girl says “Guilty”
As the true guilt’s’ lips fastens her mouth
But I attained across
And clutched the handcuffs
That symbolizes what I restrain
The chains to my Life
Yet the Beautiful departs the beautiful
While I scrutinize this prisoner
Flees the Pumping cell,
And the Knock, Knock, Knock acts the End
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