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Trial-
begins in a small corridor-like
Dim lighting-
flickers.
Swinging lanterns-
Their movements-
motions.
Wave-like.

Voices-
Blaring speakers.
Echoes through the halls.
Pictures of surrealist figures-
Dream-like emotionless pigments.
Figments.

Speculation. My crime?
A murderer of love.
Labeled as a heart breaker.
Destroyer of faith-
Emotionless.
Sang about-
Radio blues.
A cancer- 
Spread and penetrates the hearts of 
the naive.
Haunts the impressionable.
Hated amongst the mass.

The jury-
Shattered remains of loveless relationships.
A parade of emotionless shadows.
Love-sick.
In love alone-
Water soaked cheeks-
Tingling.
Numb.
Wrinkle as the sebum washes off their epidermis.
Tear stained.
Eyes dipped in burgundy molted lava.
They stare in disappointment.
Belligerent thoughts-
As they convict-
Blame-
Hate me.

Witnesses.
Recall the love.
His eyes brighten-
When I was near.
He held my hand.
Tightly.
Admiration-
Fascination-
Adoration.
So intense.
Mentally swooning.
My name adorned his.

I was the cause of his demise.
The reason why tears formed in his eyes.
I left-
He trembled.
Blood shed.
Useless-
Loveless-
A lifeless caucus.
Jaded-
Tainted-
Disturbed-
Swimming in a cesspool.
Belligerent rampages.
The once blue eyes that glittered in the sunlight.
Black-
Emotionless.
Lost-
Disabled.

In need of an alibi-
Looking to the ceiling-
in order to maintain a lie.
Exhausting every possible conclusion.
Clenching my fist-
"I wish he didn't exist."
As the courtroom throw their hands in the air.
"He stuck to me like glue-
a budding rose-
hands of a beggar."
He stared-
Eyes like daggers
As I continued.
"Depended like a child-
Emotions of a juvenile-
So close that he shared my air."

Chairs shifted.
My alibi?
Merely a confession.
My looks of deprivation- 
Just a symptom of my syndrome-
A heart breaker.
As the jury comes in
they tell me I'm guilty for my sins.
My sentence?
"How long will it take to mend his broken heart?"
As he utters-
" A life time."
Ice cold hand cuffs-
Suffocate.

Abandoned-
In a 12X12 room-
No sunlight-
No contact-
No emotions.
Left to think about my deeds-
As the reminders of his love-
pours downs my pale grey walls. 
Lost and filled with self pity.
My punishment?
Feel the sorrow the heart broken.