The Murderer

I stand by you, my jury of peers
So I can tell you what you must hear
It was I who cut her up, this is true
But tell me who is the murderer, who?

For what is it that deems me guilty
When what I did was show her mercy
So quickly came her eternal sleep
Whilst I am left with what she left me

Torn and fractured body with scars
A broken mind and shattered heart
A pain too deep within to see
A path of broken wants and dreams

She put on a show that she was sweet
But behind these doors I was emotionally beat
I made a point to end her show
As my life was taken years ago.

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