12

I bide my time by myself,

No lights, no music,

Just suffering under the heat,

Killing everyone around,



Death comes for me by the judge of 12,

But I'm feeling better,

What should I feel?

What should I say?

In the end it all ends the same,



The fate of one in 12,

12 peers to decide my fate,

12 John and Jane Does' in my eyes,

Faceless puppets of a fake society,



What if I'm innocent?

What if I'm guilty?

In the end it all ends the same,



What if I walk?

What if I die?

In the end it all ends the same,



In the end we all die,

In the end we all walk away,

In the end we all end the same,

In the end it's all the same,

In the end it all goes away.

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Travis Scott's picture

I really liked this poem. Actually I don't believe I have read a poem of yours I didn't like. You seem to be a very accomplished writer. If you have the time I would appreciate it if you would look at a few of my works and give me some advice.