Not yet

by X Harlea X   Jun 23, 2008


Not yet,
please dont make me do it,
i'd rather be hung,
there is no way i shall muder him,
he is my best frined,
kill me instead of him,
any one else but him i'll kill,
but i just cant do it,
so go ahead a shoot me.

put the gun to my head,
dont hesitate with my screams,
i told you,
that i want to be muder instead of him,
so go ahead and pull the trigger,
and let the blood flow right from my head,
right where the lead went in,
cause he has done nothing to you,
so he shall not be killed.....

Not Yet

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  • 15 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    A poem of selfless sacrifice. The intimate pleeding with the executioner. I imagine you on your knees, literally begging for his life.

    A touching poem. Well done.

    Michael