If You Really Believe

In Memories of Sir Charlemagne - Happy Birthday

Chocked with the

Drowning emotions

Did I really have to be here

Where I am

Its dark bottom 

Under water

The loneliness is haunting me

Am scared

Am alone

Only thing I needed
is your hand

Afar I could 

I stretched to reach

But only solitude

Wrapped me around

No questions asked 

Decision made

Sentence pronounced

And the guilty is served.

Stab my heart

With a million strikes

Let me bleed 

Drop by drop

Suffocate me 

and leave me
grasping to breathe

let me end

vanish inch by inch

Murder under 

The laws of justice

Without trial, 

Sin is filed.

There is nothing left

There is nothing to end

Lost path

Never to be home again

Adrift souls
Lost in despicable condemn

wrecking conscience
destroying all.

If you really believe

This was all

I was this

Then I am
Nothing at all.