Not My Life, Yours
Captured, bamboozle and victimized, by fear
Trapped in your night-mare
Killed, in your hands
Your weapon twisted in my soul
Captured in this murder
Bamboozle for love
Victimized in words
Poor soul, muddled
Due to our crime
Life-blood, scatter in dirty hearts
Flooding our laziness
Have nothing to say
Murder on my hands
So sad, I cry
It's your life, not mine
Delilah L. Ventura
Copyright © Delilah Ventura | Year Posted 2014
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