Execution Is My Prize

A man's wife dies, and he is accused for the crime; yet, completely innocent.

She hides beneath a black satin dress.

Exposing her distorted legs.

The floral of her gown, frayed and tattered.

Stale sorrows; dilapidated hopes of a tomorrow.

My love;

She lye’s in a pool of blood.

Her eyes have risen above.

Caught between the walls and bars.

Mental scars trace the inside of my skull.

Rupturing my bliss;

Disoriented unhappiness.

I stand accused of a vicious crime.

My pupils dilate, as this shall be

The last sight of my beloved darling.

My sunshine sinks to an eternal dusk.

Caught between the walls and bars.

Mental scars trace the inside of my skull.

Rupturing my bliss;

Disoriented unhappiness.

The harmony of a downpour on rooftops.

Our love is lost in the patterns of raindrops.

Silhouettes of her dress,

Dancing the gloomy sky to rest. 

With the police and my neighbors eyes,

Watching my reputations demise.

Execution is my price.

Caught between the walls and bars.

Mental scars trace the inside of my skull.

Rupturing my bliss;

Disoriented unhappiness.

Eyes uncertain; bloody curtains.

The windowsill creates a gray contrast,

Between the melancholy clouds,

And this shattered glass.

Caught between the walls and bars.

Mental scars trace the inside of my skull.

Rupturing my bliss;

Disoriented unhappiness.

Disoriented unhappiness.

Disoriented unhappiness.

At your grave I weep,

For I am an innocent man, held guilty.

Author's Note

Please leave any comments, critiques, opinions, and the outlook by the reader.

Thank you,
Cole! :D

Reviews

[Laminators Dubai]

its innocent but dark...but something really cool and sassy....thanks for sharing...^^