I closed the book
That read every right
In which I humiliated.
Why did I get away?

I tried restlessly
To die with a revolution
Of crime and deciet.
But with this world, I got away.

A woman of 25, happy, nonchalant
A beautiful fiance I envied so
Would be a sweet victim
As I taste her soft flesh.

The jury called me insane
My lawyer blamed drugs
Yet, only I knew why
These acts occured.

I wanted to be killed
But not by myself.
I wanted these people who I hate,
To kill what they never accepted.

But, I am here.
Lying on the floor
From an anticiapted overdose
As the verdict reads, "Not Guilty".
 
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