July 19, 2010, 5:06 PM
Here I am,
Smoking gun in hand,
You heard the shot.
You came running,
You see me here,
And look at the body,
There on the floor.
Am I the villain,
Or am I the hero?
Drug deal gone wrong,
Or a fight to the death for my own self preservation?
Can you make heads or tails,
How this story played out,
And how it met its end?
Can you judge me how I stand,
From where you stand?
The thoughts are blurred as lines are crossed,
As if they ever existed.
What you see before you,
Is an illusion,
A magic trick of the mind.
Am I good,
Or am I evil?
Smoking gun in hand,
You heard the shot.
You came running,
You see me here,
And look at the body,
There on the floor.
Am I the villain,
Or am I the hero?
Drug deal gone wrong,
Or a fight to the death for my own self preservation?
Can you make heads or tails,
How this story played out,
And how it met its end?
Can you judge me how I stand,
From where you stand?
The thoughts are blurred as lines are crossed,
As if they ever existed.
What you see before you,
Is an illusion,
A magic trick of the mind.
Am I good,
Or am I evil?
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