Tell the Truth
Ghost from a mad past
Keeps on disturbing
Chasing after me
She needs a right justice
From her bloody death
She never stops
To show herself
Blood on her dress
Frightens me much
Don’t bother
My conscience
Just let me…
Go and
Tell the…
TRUTH.
Copyright © Lei Strauss | Year Posted 2015
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