Criminal
by Trisha Hanudel
So you think it's finally over now
Running from your past again
Believing you're invincible
Believing you can still win

The lies of lovers
The questions of mothers
Echoing through your mind
Drive you to music, then to crime

Schemes and plans that never seem to work
Underhanded lives, racked with fear
Paranoia of the knife
Rumors and whispers they know you hear

Moonlit nights, fear does go away
The best nights when you had to pray
Blood red sky, sidelong glances
Too damn lucky to count on chances

His hands would heal
Eyes that KNEW you seemed to reach out
You were always the one with everything to lose
Sacrificing yourself in a moment of doubt

Laying your life down for the thrill
To lose everything to chance by will
Your decay cannot be rebuilt
You shall walk in silence

The king they saw
The criminal, the lyer they worshipped
Because you would start the war
And die over and over again
Always the glamourous death
Always the phoenix will arise

Slightly insane, slightly over-confident
They can't see through the lies

Like you do
They won't break the system
Like you did

Meaningless, pointless lives you hated
The lives that they led
....And they always loved what you said

Your jaded heart
Couldn't feel their admiration
Your blind eyes
Couldn't see they wanted to be you
Did you really pay the price, like you thought?

You've done just what you've dreamed
Only to pray it won't stop there
Their praise, their admiration just wasn't enough
You're still not saved

The perfect crime is not yet yours

But you still try
And you're willing to lead the revolution
Because followers are blind
Nothing can save them

But for the criminals, the heroes,
There is always hope

© 2000 by Trisha Hanudel
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