justice
justice for someone,
I can't pretend
to be on the mend
of this conscious.
I hurt and I destroy
like a heat seeking
missile of no phony.
The mistakes are not mine,
it was the creation of I.
I woke up these demons
and I can't control them.
Excuses are blasphemy
I made on a whim.
How justice should fall
like a triggering
of games of dominoes.
I am happy to lose.
Least I could do....
I look in a mirror
and see the severing
and for once,
I see her suffering....
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