Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Witnessing The Unjustifiable.

He only having one bullet,
Looking at his life,
Death or Defeat,
You or the other,
Killing you or your brother,

Standing 6 feet from the gun,
I holding one simple blade,
Pondering if there's time enough...
To grab the others life and take it away,

Before he could move one way or the other,
The shot he fired,
With a bullet in your chest,
And blood where you lay,
Still warm...but yet fading away.

A pulse missing,
Your heart beat skipping,
Life taken on private ground,
Under selfish ways you're found,

Washing yourself could never wash your sins away,
All together you're deemed sinful,
The laws in writing you failed to obey,
It wasn't your given right to take your brothers wife,
She was still his upon sworn words,

Your brother stood in the way of his girl,
Unfaithful as she was found,
Breaking the wedding vows that were bound,
Both of you leaving shameful memories upon your bed,
As he lay dying those thoughts he knew were in his head,

His wife crying over her lovers body,
Her husband standing still holding the gun,
He lets it fall,
Holds his head in his hands,
With the realization of his brothers death,
Although sinful he never wanted to end his life,
His brothers lover...his unfaithful wife.

Receives a suicide call of shame,
Saying everything was on her,
And she was all to blame,

Her husband finds her body broken apart,
Upon the kitchen floor,
Holding a knife in her breast,
A pool of blood flowing from the tile,
In scarlet she wrote with her hand:
This was all for the best,

Going on with life wasn't easy,
But never did he think it would be like this without his girl,
All those memories...that could never be left behind,
Not with his girl on his mind,

Years passed,
But he just indulged himself in alcohol
He could still see her blood stain on the floor,
Everything in his head just as clear as before,

At 1:00am,
Too intoxicated as he was,
He took the same gun that was used before,
Loaded...he shot...once more,
The bottle in his left hand hit the floor,
Stumbling he slipped upon the alcohol to the floor,
A bullet clear through his heart,
Eyes hazed and body tore,

Two scarlet stains remain,
Others never knowing what from,
Never knowing two selfish lives they claimed.

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