Disclaimer: Again, I must stress the fact that I do own this poem, though sometimes I wish I didn't

AN: Second installation in the Girl poem series, in no way happy

Not Quick

You'd think that after 400 years the fad would stop
But I am still asked to burn
I am still wished hanged
I wake up everyday, to my execution

And it is not quick and it is not sudden
It is a long and painful trial
Of questions to which the answers are plain
Of accusations and confessions
Which the later of are regretted and untrue
And it is everyday that I do this

And it is not quick, it is not sudden
it is a slow tortuous fire that burns at my spirit
everyday it goes up in flames, just a little
until I come home, sobbing to closed arms
and lay on my bed, contemplating life
and put on a brave face, sleep
and wake up and go back for more
and it is everyday that I do this

and it is not quick and it is not sudden
it is a walk to the platform
and a glance at the noose
and a quiet nodding to the crowd
who jeers at me and cheers at the executioner
and I walk up and put my head happily into the ring
anything to get away,
only to be set free to bear it another day
and it is everyday that I do this

and maybe one day
it wont be everyday
and maybe one day
I wont fight the flames
I wont let them free me
and I'll burn
and I'll hang
and they'll all be happy
and only then, only then
I will be free

AN: Don't say I didn't warn you u.u I'm feeling depressed now, REVIEW ~Avalon