Crimes against crime
By hidden •
sat atop my broken throan
of polished, broken bone
naked and alone
skin cold like the stone
they fear the wrath
of my help
asif my divine punishment
allready delt
make bones of thy enemies
not thy friends
I'm struggeling
to make amends
when crime so common
that everyone forgets
even good men are tired
the crime is let
is it allright?
is it good?
to commit the crime
no one understood
well here i am
vigilante and bored
common sense
no longer we store
atop my throan
of polished bone
i lie in wait
my muslces clench
for the final fight
my last friend
aproaches in the dead of night...