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So much anger, wanting to kill.
If suppressed emotions make it through.
If I can't write what I feel, how else can I tell you.
Rage is Red, and blood is to.
Unless I just follow through.
Ketchup on my shirt, and my shoes.
Found a screw driver, but lost all my screws.
My only peace, is under my pillow when I sleep.
Waking up in sweat, lay back down, repeat.
Nightmares, so vivid and deep.
Finally woke up with Red hands, in my front seat.
Vibrations on my phone was alerting me.
Rub my eyes to make sure I'm seeing what I see.
Found twenty four messages from my lady, saying it's over and fu€k me.
According to the time, it's been twenty four hours at least.
Local news says there was a body found not far from me.
In a dark alley, and there was a witness apparently.
Get out the car, front door wide open, now thats funny.
Covertly enter, just in case I encounter somebody.
Beer and liquor bottles, did I have a party?
What's this Red stain on my carpet, and why do I smell bleach?
Living room table broken, and there's a hole in the wall, near the TV.
Flash backs of family, saying how you lose your temper so easy.
I need a drink, double shot of Hennessy.
Trying to trace the steps of what may have happened recently.
There was some music, I remember vaguely.
I see chips and dip, and other entertainment commodities.
Ashtray with cigarette butts, and clipped blunts of weed.
It's all a blurr, but there was an argument, and everyone left quickly.
Then I feel some pain facially.
Looking in the mirror, there's some swelling, and my lip is bloody.
I was dragging something heavy, but the image is foggy.
I put it in the trunk, and sped off rapidly.
Sat on the bed, hands on my head, nothing else coming to memory.
Grab my keys, got to go see my brother Timmy.
Step outside, to my surprise, the place is surrounded by police.
All I hear is put your hands up, and get down on your knees.
Pushed face down on the concrete, and cuffed aggressively.
Detectives screaming and yelling, trying to get me to cop a plea.
I just say lawyer, and my phone call please.
That's when I learned I did have a party.
Got crashed by an ex, and some dude she brought acting disrespectfully.
It quickly became physical, and ended violently.
He pushed first, but I responded savagely.
Threw him against the wall, that explains the hole near the TV.
Grappling, we fell through the livingroom table, it broke so easily.
Pulled out the nine, that's why everybody left immediately.
But I pistol whipped, with Red rage and hostility.
My brother pulled me off and asked "if I've gone crazy?"
I don't know, you gotta go, hurry.
Pull down the Red curtains, roll the body up thoroughly.
So much Red blood, tried to clean, that's why I smelled bleach.
And he was what I was dragging, and threw in the trunk.
On the highway to hell, looking for somewhere to dump.
Why here, I can't remember what I thunk.
Five miles away, between the restaurant, and warehouse that had burnt.
Discarded the body, behind the dumpster, that's been full for months.
This place so secluded, they won't find him for months.
At least that's what I thought, plans don't always go as you want.
Didn't see the lady walking her dog, when I removed him from the trunk.
She hurried by, and called the police at once.
Got in the car, drove around a bit when I was done.
Got a forty ounce, and started wiping off the gun.
Next thing I remember, is being awakened, by phone vibrations.
Second degree murder is the charge that I'm facing.
No bail, as the D.A. makes for trial preparations.
Self defense is my attorneys application.
As usual, jury has less blacks and more caucasians.
It begins with the lawyers opening statements.
Witness testimony, and evidential presentation.
Closing arguments, then jural deliberation.
Guilty, in a loud vocalization.
Jeers and cries, from family in the gallery location.
Order in the court, judge strikes the gavel for the inappropriations.
Return in two weeks, for sentencing recommendations.
To where, is the Department Of Corrections determination.
As the bailiff grabs my arm, I suddenly awaken.
It was my lady saying, "wake up, we have to finish the arrangements.
"I got your Red shirt from the dry cleaners, and why are you sleeping?"
"I'll finish up, you take a shower, and start grilling."
What, why, are we going somewhere, are we expecting somebody?
"Babe are you feeling ok", as she touches my forehead jokingly.
"Now stop playing around, and hurry up, before the guests arrive for the party!"
