Mortuus Justicia


You push me to misery, and deserted me
Clueless,
Unaware,
That you made this hell for me.

You bind my hands with thorn,
You didn’t listen,
I am not culpable of what you accused to me.

And then, you watch with ecstasy
On how I face the raging crowd,
Condemning me the way you do,
Throwing all the anger in me..

You call me by names,
You spit on me,
You drag me with anger but with a smile on your face

My soul cries for justice,
For this persecution is killing me slowly
My soul cries for justice,
For my heart and my soul wasn’t guilty.

Life… I’m crying out for you,
I am now dying.
Justice is dead since it let her grasp me.






****ha.. i miss writing poetry.. it's been a while since i last wrote my last poem.. and i thought that i wouldn't be able write another set of morbid poetry because im now happy for everything i have...


well.. im more into tragic and morbid writings.. pains, hatred and anger was my key to write this stuff.. for it is easy to write those unsaid words when u trully feel it.. wen u feel every rush of anger flowing in your veins and then.. u just suddenly realize that u have written all those things that keeps on running on your thougths and you just weren't able to outspoke it..


Mortuus Justicia or "dead justice".. i have written this poetry because i was reminded for my past experience in PLM.. there was no justice in what has happened.. my soul cries for justice..our voice wasnt heard.. we are nothing but just a crying effigy.. no voice.. nothing.. ****