Guillotine

A.W. Nutter “Off with his head!” “Off with his head!” What sin did I commit To become your obsession You forced me to submit To your physical violations A frightened little child Bowing to his master As the soul is defiled The crowd grows louder “Off with his head!” “Off with his head!” Pain, I learned to embrace The torture haunts my dreams Is this why I fell from grace Depriving you of my screams You lay me gently on my back Viewing the guillotines blade Blood sprays as it severs my neck My vision lingering before it fades Fully awake gasping for air Emotions overtaken with dread Believing it was another nightmare Hearing the whispers beside my bed “Off with his head!” “Off with his head!”