A thousand hates may make their final stand
but none will conquer this, our single love
Though neither takes the blood off of my hands
the latter serves to mask it like a glove
My violent past has nearly fallen dead
but still I must admit that it is there
Nothing can take the corpses from my head
I fear that’s something guilt just cannot spare
But with your love, perhaps I can forget
and leave the bloody footprints in my mind
abandoning them in there with regret
to leave all of my past mistakes behind
Perhaps you’ll be this killer’s chance to turn
and if you won’t then surely I will burn
Author notes
12/27/1989
A contest entry
- Few Hours Left- An exclusive contest for 17 yr. olds by Menace.
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Comments
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Flawless meter, excellent rhyme, and awesome imagery! It appears to me that he recognizes that her love won't absolve him of his crimes, but perhaps can give him the strength to atone for them. Thanks so much for entering my contest!
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Possibly a soldier looking for signs of forgiveness through love? Just a guess. Maybe a way to lighten his remorse. Idunno for sure. Good job!
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