Killers Cant Be Saved Poem by Silence Dogood

They say the truth can free you.
But it can send you to your grave.
They say you'll go to heaven.
But I doubt killers can be saved.

That's why I stand on death row now.
Bodies laying dead in the dirt.
Unfound and undiscovered.
With large black numbers on my shirt.

That's why they seem so eager.
Frusterated and so mad.
They want me to crack and give it up.
And heal the ladies sad.

They want me to free myself.
Of this guilt that's eating me away.
Supposedly chewing my soul.
Until I die one day.

But I don't believe in fiction.
And am firm within my fact.
For the questions that they pepper.
Are not what you'd call tact

They aren't smart enough to realize.
That I live without a heart.
That I'm married to my killings.
A whole til' death do us part.

They don't understand me.
The way they supposedly do.
And after I'm done.
I'll be coming after you.

See all the bodies I left buried.
Can not be dug out from the ground.
I doubt they'd ever resurface.
Or even come close to being found.

I hid them so cleverly.
And will smile from my death.
For I will be buried.
And my body laid to rest.