Between what's been done
and what will be done
I only ask because you look
so innocent and docile
the truth is your so dangerous
anything you hold dies
with a look of guilty shame
who's really to blame
so shy of touch, gentle and
kind
but only in ways seen through
that mask of violence and discontent
I repent but never really innocent
washing out the stains from the
blood of your victims
if I could hold you,kiss the tears
on your face as if they were the
stars falling out of the sky
I know nothing more than a blind
man walking on a ledge
ready to fall to his death
with nothing left.
©munch77
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