The crime

Slipping by
passing time
walking a thin line
this is the time
to comit this crime

perfectly planned
perfectly set
palms are completely wet

losing time
losing the place
mind gone away
hatred has taken its place

so close
so far
to late
to stop fate

the choice has been made
to take it all away
leaving behind no trace
all the hate
running down the face

now running away
from the path that is faced
hiding the face
looking away from disgrace

not able to face the ones
that held the mind in place