unforgiven

i sit here with my sleazy words

my mind a trap for sin

you sit there in your painted cloak

judging my sins within

my question for you sir

is who should judge the weak

do you control my fate below

or maybe is it me

the kings look down upon us

from high above the sky

watching

waiting

hoping

praying

we look up into their stoic eyes

i will walk the narrow road

the winding path ahead

i will paint with all the colors

sometimes black

sometimes red

the day will come

to judge my soul

the gate ahead for all to see

forgiveness is a tragic tale

when it comes to me.

Ruby Rose xx

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