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!”
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