What has the world come to, you ask? Ha, if only I knew the answer to that. If only anyone knew, we might then know what it was meant to be like today.
Eyes down, as to avoid the sight
And protect my hardened heart from the fright
Of my impending demise
Which will soon end this story.
Oh, my life, why must it end in this way?
A needle, restraints, and a white room
No last light of day to comfort my end
Or allow me a goodbye to the Sun
And to my grieving son, and my wife
And every other aspect of my life.
No sympathy is held for me
"Ccriminal scum" they say
I deserve to die
By God's earth and its wind that allows doves to fly
Fly into the golden, infinite blue of the sky
Or soar off free to the blazing crimsom fireball melting the horizon
As sanctuary from the coming vast emptiness of night.
Death takes my right hand, stealing my soul with his left. I am done.
My soul stains even Death's unsightly hand;
I most certainly deserve this fate
And yet-- eternal damnation… is
The absence of everything that lightens
The thick ink-filled black hole of human sin
With that gone, the last light I see
Is the blinding fluorescent bulbs above me
As I begin to depart this too-beloved earth
The one that was stolen from me--
Because I was not guilty.