Judgement Day
I walk about my lonely day
Feeling as though I'm wasting away
If looks could kill I would be dead
Just take me to the guillotine and cut off my head
Don't ask me how and don't ask me why
It doesn't matter because I'm numb inside
But what have I done to deserve such punishment?
Will you judge before hearing my testament?
Does the truth matter to you at all?
Or will you set the blade and let it fall?
Just go, leave me here to die in peace
As you go, just pull the release and…
Copyright © Angelina Dickson | Year Posted 2011
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