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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I am the suspect in my own murder trial Every detail is written in the files A little girl at the lake A tragic mistake Or a daunting overtake So when I'm on that stand I ask if I can lie If I can protect what's inside I know my choices were mine But in the back of my mind There is a voice Who says I had no choice I had to let her go I had to take control And the judge is granting no parole I am the monster I created Her blood is on my hands As I take the stand I try to explain I had to hide her from the pain She ran and hid And somewhere deep within something changed Something rearranged I lost my mind that day As you do when you lose something you replace it But it doesn't feel the same The memories are gone The ugly and the found Her body at the pond I hear the gavel bang And those church bells rang And I knew my sentence was due And I knew I knew I killed me too I am the suspect of my own Of the murder in my home I took an oath A beacon of hope Some form of relief Buried in the grief I had attended my own funeral I was the only person there The only one to care And as she was buried All the weight that she carried was on my back The memories of the silent battle And the brutal attack Put me behind bars If I escape I won't get far My face is in the news They solved all the clues The puzzle of my brain The sense and the insane A Jane Doe on death row Is all I'll ever know Because the method of murder Is like being a sheep herder Tying all the loose strands and lying on the stand I know she had to leave But part of me doesn't believe Murder is never justified If the victim didn't commit a crime But her grave is in my head My hands all red I had left her for dead
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