People not caring where your from.
People promising not to give you harm.
Life shooting through your eyes,
Past, Present, and Future: nothing hides.
Life is like the guillotine.
Everyone just wishing for the blade to fall.
Once it starts to happen and once the blade is ready to fall,
You want it to stop!
You want your life back.
It is too late though,
Your first wish is still happening.
You made the ultimate wish.
The last wish anyone can make.
Your life is ending,
So move on.
Now we are back to the scene,
Your hands tied up and head stuck through a hole.
Crying and wishing you weren't there.
Paying for a crime that you never have done.
Stop crying and praying:
Take a deep breath........
It is done.
As everyone cheers that you are gone,
There are few who forever will miss you.
Those were the few that wish and hoped you never have made that wish.
The few whose wishes were made to save you,
Were cancelled because you made your wish first.
Good luck to you,
Where ever you may be.
I am leaving the noisy crowd,
Walking quietly home...