My bound hands and the
Litany of wrongs; was I
Your evil twin? The
Leering grin of the
Executioner above
Forces me to think.
Our entanglement
Yokes our lives, one being. If
You spoke freely, I
Was muzzled. If you
Ran swiftly, I was hobbled.
The golden care with
Which you were loved, I
Was scourged. If you were
Happy, I was wretched. If
Camaraderie wreathed
You in her warm arms, shivered
In the cold was I.
What wrongs I’ve done were
For your rights, and as this blade
Does fall, my last prayer
For you, is that my
Bloody, gruesome death would bring
You bountiful life.
Melodramatic Physician 