*KETCHUP WARNING* Extremely old(cringey) poem I wrote when I was 12.

23 Sep 2021 17:27 by I believe in pearl supermacy

I walk as the others stared at me when I walked to the guillotine,

I can't take back of what I committed and full of regret.

Here, I regret my actions and take responsibility.

As I placed my head on the lunette while laying on the bascule, I look up at the sharp blade above.

The crowd stared in silence as they knew what was going to happen.

Here I am, going to get punished for murdering someone who was my most beloved.

They locked top lunette as where I can't get my head out, while the executioner is holding the rope.

I knew my life was coming to an end.

Wish I wouldn't have to come to this, I hope.

As I felt the blade come rushing down to my neck as they cutted it.

I'm finally going to die.

What a lovely day to get your neck slit.

(END)