Sparkatale

Justice

I run faster than ever,

Trying to avoid the needles hitting my face.

The blood drips down my hand,

like a soft piece of lace.

.

The night cloaks around me,

like a blanket of night.

Trying to hide me,

from the bright lights.

.

The wind whispers to me,

what have you done?

I try to ignore it,

but its no fun.

.

My shoes drag me down,

as I run away.

I try to get up,

But its smiling in my face.

.

He's waiting for me,

near a dark corner.

I slowly crawl forward,

To meet his new order.

.

He holds out his hand,

Than whispers to me,

your time has come,

please follow me.

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He leads me back,

towards the light.

Than orders me,

not to fight.

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They hold down,

and tie me up.

I hold my breath,

as they pick me up.

.

My time has come,

for me to face.

The tragedy,

that has taken place.

.

I had to do it,

I don't know why.

But the time has come,

for me to die.