The Last Will And Testament Of A Murderer

The Last Will And Testament Of A Murderer

To whoever discovers these pages at last

Know every shadow was born from the past

Monsters are seldom just born into night

Most are first broken long before they bite

I leave behind blood that no rain ever cleaned

Faces still rising inside of my dreams

Each pair of eyes follows close when I sleep

Dead do not vanish, they settle too deep

The papers will paint me pure evil and cold

Simple for frightened good people to hold

Yet none of them lived through the house where I grew

None heard the things children never should do

My father taught violence before I knew grace

Mother wore bruises like part of her face

Something inside me twisted with years

Fed upon rage and unspoken fears

Still this is no plea to pardon my hands

I buried too many beneath broken land

No childhood suffering erases the stain

Nothing excuses the horror or pain

Tonight I feel every life that I stole

Standing around me and staring my soul

Silence grows heavy as death nears the room

Guilt has a way of eventually blooming

So let this confession remain when I’m gone

A warning of what hatred slowly becomes

Evil keeps growing where cruelty is fed

Long before murder lives fully in flesh

#Marie381UkWriter