Death's Row

Just another simple poem, nothing too bad. It isn't based off of anything, just written.

Lying in a field at night
I ponder what I’ve done

Waiting for the days first light
I wait for Death to come

Oh the innocent was never tried
And so I will not go
When Death takes my by the hand
And brings me to his row.

Believing here in this place
Is all but a dream

You’ll never find a loving face
When your fate hangs on a beam

Oh the innocent was never tried
And so I’ll never go
When Death takes my by the hand
And brings me to his row.

Each villager now holds a stone
My time is getting tight

So here I stand all alone
I’m not dying without a fight

Oh the innocent was never tried
And so I cannot go
When Death takes my by the hand
And brings me to his row.

Each rock now thrown on my skin
Leaving their bloody mark

I feel my self dying with in
This pain keeps up after dark

Oh the innocent was never tried
And so I must not go
When Death takes my by the hand
And leads me to his row.

Blood runs from my lips
Suffocating my breath
The cold rush comes and nips
And brings me straight to death

Oh the innocent was never tried
And so I have to go
When death came and took me by the hand
And brought me to his row

The End

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