• Looking at the walls before him
    He reminiscence his life full of sin.

    The blood of his victim in his hands
    The dog eating her skin in strands

    Her face split ear to ear, a second smile.
    The sight of it, truly of pure vile

    Her body battered and bruised to her knees,
    Raped and scarred, only death could set her free.

    Feels not pain as he washes with hot water,
    However, the person he killed was his daughter.

    He now observes the room for an answer why
    For he has to be the one who dies

    However, as he sits he begins to feel guilt
    Forcing the breath of another to wilt

    He begins to cry tear of insanity
    One minute left, he begs for humanity.

    He begs for forgiveness toward his lord
    The calls have no means, his prayers ignored.

    He accepts fate as he closes his eyes
    He pulls himself together he is set to die.

    He wonders what led him down the road
    What has led him to this seat he was bestowed

    Whether it was part of a sick and twisted fantasy,
    Or whether the loss of his wife sent him to lusty ecstasy.

    Was he born to be as sick as this?
    Or was he a victim of his sexual bliss.

    As the clock clocks down the second, He yells “kill me”
    His god, his Executioner, they all seem to agree.

    They pull the switch as the electricity crackle.
    He begins to shake violently in his shackles.

    He let’s out a giant smile as he looks high.
    His spirit flies into the midnight sky.