Crime Scene
Black blood on the walls even refuses to bear witness
No story can ever tell of the life lost
The air conceals the screams of the murdered
Now lying lifeless on the ground
Cold like ice, like a statue carved from deception
Ruthless hands
Merciless souls
It’s my life
My life is a Crime scene: Do Not Enter
Scarred portraits even refuse to show a picture
No song can even harmonize the life that wished to be
The earth conceals the struggle and fear
No longer are soul and body combined
Quiet like graves, like the desolate tombs
Hurting words
Piercing stares
It’s my life
My life is a Crime scene: Do Not Enter
Copyright © Natsai Mutandaguta | Year Posted 2016
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