A Piece Of Murder
In The Words Of Ja Rule : "It's Murdaaaaaaaaaaa!"
Scene One: I opened up my eyes and I couldn’t believe what I’d done It hurt to see the blood on my shirt so I wiped my sleeve on my gun Why didn’t he run? I didn’t understand it, I mean he knew I was crazy Did he think I’d cut back and give him slack cause I knew he had a baby? Maybe, but he should have thought about how vicious my wrist was Connected to my trigger finger, before he dissed us and dismissed love He should’ve put nothing above, the relationship him and my sis shared He wasn’t prepared, but he stole my sis’s heart, so I made his disappear It’s crystal clear, it’s all his fault he shouldn’t have pretended to feel so true He made my sis feel blue, so before I shot him I choked him and made him blue too Scene Two: We argued before the shooting and I was worried someone heard us Because now I was at his funeral service and I was feeling more than nervous I felt I had a purpose, as if I still had some sort of mission to complete We were on opposite ends of the spectrum so things exploded when ends meet People were friendly, although they seemed to ignore me, figured I was safe But only if they knew that it was me that put that piece of lead through his face Then came the shakes, I thought it was a quake but no one felt it but me It started as just a leisure seizure then my body just seemed to turn up the heat Scene Three: I looked down and saw that I was strapped to a hospital stretcher Then we passed a calendar and it showed that this was the end of November In the back of my mind I thought, wasn’t the funeral service held in December? Someone checked my temperature, I didn’t hear a number but I knew it was low Because ever since I opened my eyes I was feeling cold, I’m out of control Then I heard a moan, I looked around, took me a second to realize it came from me Then things came plain to me, and with that I closed my eyes and fell asleep Scene Four: Now I’m back at the church and I see familiar faces driving the hearse I see folks wearing shirts with murals of people showing dates of death and birth I felt I was cursed, I already figured everything out, no sound came from my mouth But I wish I could shout, then the doors opened up and my little son walked out He was about, 8 years old, even though he was my big boy his tears still flowed They were uncontrolled, but he would always remain a vital part of my soul The other half to make me whole, I should’ve known that I was being stupid I felt useless, I was shot through the heart but it wasn’t by Cupid. Who knew it? I never thought that a murder/suicide was considered murder selfishly I reached out to hug my son, and dropped to my knees when he walked through me |
I had to read this 2 times as the first time i didnt
really get it, lol But it was twisted ... i love poems like this great one to put into this comp no doubt ... it was sad,venting,pull of anger .. dope! You covered a few diff aspects .. and this went alot deeper then the eye could see ... Much Props |
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