If this were a court, there would be no case i’m the judge, jury, and victim in place there’s no murderer but a ghost in your space you are not guilty but it feels like you should admit your crimes in the place that you stood i. m. a victim of your could and your would jury believe me he did something wrong i cant place it right now but it marked me so strong i have bruises in places i’ve never seen before they’ve gone blue and green from his cold eyes so sore and i beg you not to question my feelings to wish that we never met or never talked and that he never did exist because he lives free, for him pain was never envisioned but i solemnly swear he should be held back and imprisoned so feast your eyes on dirty pillows and bitter food you’ll be fed get a taste of what you deserve and let regret be reserved for when you rest your head on that bed