Time is Up

Can I ever find a bright place?
a home or house with
such a distinct grace
that I’d never think of your face

Each cell I found was
such a nice relief
hoping a hound had
torn your face apart

I’ve never been one for
such dark thoughts or
these silly attempts
at having you killed

Enough was Enough to
decide just what I should do
whether it was run to the hill
or fucking kill you

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