INNOCENT CRIMINAL
bloodlust - art by luro
tell me your crimes
and I'll tell you mine
a knife for stabbing
my own back, I'm so fine
bullets to your left
gun powder to your right
but I'm out of earshot
and surely out of sight
bazookas and bombs
searching for the prey
bruised knees and scraped palms
the predators make their day
a noose hanging there
the eager executioner waits
"I'm innocent" I said
the crowd closed its gates
speaking the truth
comes with a price
where facts are fabricated
with gossip and lies
"white skin, blue blood"
hands pointing skyward
face down in the mud
"No pigment, skinny translucent body and skin, pale and powerless
green veins are journeying through you" they yelled.
your arrow-like words
and style so gaudy
neither an anarchist
nor an arsonist
not your regular serial killer
or an average larcenist
just a loud voice
without an amplifier
60 decibels or a hundred
dissolved in the noise
confined to the prison walls
with a mind like that of Andy Dufresne's
busy digging holes
as the mask slips and falls
how far will you go
to free me of my guilt?
aren't you tired
of staring
at the skyscrapers of
hatred that you've built?
my bones you can crush
my wings you can break
and if it makes your blood boil
sit back and enjoy the rush
why do you want to set
your dreams on fire?
gather every bit
of remaining honesty
to prove you're not a liar
throw some more rocks
or continue the egging
blast me off like a cannon ball
in time but don't look at the clocks
too late to realize
too late to regret
too soon to call me a criminal
"I was innocent"
is something you'll never forget.
-Luro
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