Facing the world with a heart as hard as stone, <br />No emotions linger in this canvas that bears no soul, <br />Stating the obvious to be hated by all, <br />As this psychopathic daze buries me in a deeper hole. <br /> <br />Plodding along this path that never seems to end, <br />Rebuilding the life I started so long ago, <br />Time goes so fast when I want it to go slower, <br />But speeding up until the last person we'll never know. <br /> <br />My head rules the portion of my heart that is still alive, <br />leading me to a place that is filled with so much hate, <br />Consuming the evil that plagues my mind, <br />But in the process it has ended all chance of my fate. <br /> <br />Everyone is a hostage of their own guilt, <br />As everyone is a suspect of telling these lies, <br />The sum of all fears begins with you as always, <br />And it remains as boundless as the skies. <br /> <br />Running around in circles to find your sense of direction, <br />Falling in front of an open door, <br />Ransoms held as you become predator instead of prey, <br />And you will the one left dead on the floor. <br /> <br />My childhood wasted on a pathetic being like you, <br />Rolling back into my forbidden corner, <br />You are now the last of the killer suspects, <br />And I am the one who knows no loner.<br /><br />Joanne Kearsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/suspect/
