It's never going to work,
no matter how much I try...

Always in the shadows,
attempting to avoid the spotlight's glare...

Eyes hidden from the world,
behind a cloth so dark...

Innocent until proven guilty,
yet the judgment will never cease...

This fits under both sadness and depression as...
I take a deep breath...

Looking around this sullen room,
where the people like statues...

Under your white light of scrutiny,
I wither and slowly melt...

*note this is written from a murder's point of...
Lead down a deep dark tunnel...

Trapped. . .
Gray clouds looming overhead...

Everyone knows my name,
As I walk down these cement halls...

After the killing,
after all the blood shed...

In the dark recesses of the city,
where the shadows lie and wait...