Criminal

I’m sorry little thing; I’ve raped your trusting heart...
And with this knife, our tale, forever I disrupt;
You meant so much, and words, so candid seemed and right...
Who would have thought this day, would be our very last...?

Shall I look back? My love, so honest I despair,
And innocent like fleeting desires of young men,
I’m torn like pray, and scared of never-ending hell
For what I’ve done, I’m done; I’m on my way to jail...
 
Caressing you I’ll be when dreams of madness come...
When lifted from this world my presence will become,
And locked away for good; I’m sorry little one.
I’m leaving you for good; rest peaceful in the ground.