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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