Mistrial

Who are you to hit me with words?
He whose love that’s restricted at two-thirds
Oh what a man you must be
Ripping apart a woman’s love that was once free
Evidence confirms verbatim in the first degree

But where are the clues?
I do not see one scar or one bruise
Though you may not see traces of my murdered heart
Confined is the spirit that you’ve torn apart
Homicidal terrorist who uses love for your spare parts

Looking for the proof my Dear?
Only circumstantial as there is no blood to smear
Silly girl, this is all your fault
Every wound he has made you have smothered with salt
Romanticizing change was your own assault

Think you are a man because you stand so tall?
Refusing to let her go until she is weak and can barely crawl
A jury may not make a conviction
Many of them see a junkie with a strong addiction
Pray for me Lord as I try to break from these restrictions    

So you think you have won?
Killing me now with your mocking of a shotgun
Alas, my Darling, the bloodshed has made strong
Now I see that this crime of passion cannot be my swan song
Keeping me hostage could only last for so long

But how could I heal?
Injustice is felt but this mistrial I will not appeal
Mending slowly is my weary mind
But now I see the light while my restrictions finally unbind
Oh how beautiful it feels to leave your false testimony of love behind