I’m mellow dramatic, I’m a fool, but the way you treat me, so cold so cruel.
I told you again and again “stop please”, but maybe it was my fault, maybe I
led you on, maybe I was a tease. You struck me once more what was I to do,
the blade I used for safety I had to use on you. Your blood was on my hands;
my tears were in your eyes. The pain you caused me all these years, I melted
over your last replies, “I didn’t mean it, I loved you” was all you said.
The fear, the answer, the love, the hate all rose to my head. I stuck you
with the silver once more for what you had said. Flesh was bread, you bleed
but now you’re dead, you didn’t mean what you had said. I was convicted and
sent away, a small price compared to what you had to pay…………..


By Robin Lynn Bailey
“96”

 
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