Sonnet Sunday's: From the Gallows

No one said I was wrongfully accused

The justice system corrupt and abused

The righteous celebrate my dark demise

I became the one that they could chastise

Here I swing with the noose around my neck

Waiting for the reaper to cash the check

The blood vessels are bursting in my eyes

I can still hear my future widow’s cries

Feeling the blood rushing into my face

My pounding heart is picking up the pace

Piss running down my leg, crap down my rear

My death is bringing nothing but cheer

Begin to lose feeling in my toes

That is the very least of all my woes

I prayed to God for my neck to have broke

But instead, I hang here and slowly choke

Trying to free my hands from the tight ropes

Thinking of the jurors, all of them dopes

And now my eyes roll back into my head

I know pretty soon that I will be dead

Pain so intense I wait for death’s embrace

To be laid in a box covered in lace

Finally, the chimes of the death bell toll

And then the dark abyss engulfs my soul

My pain is nothing because their souls ache

By killing me was their big mistake

I’ll be trapped in the endless void of black

But you can bet your ass that I’ll be back

Just when they think that everything’s fine

It will be their bloodbath that is all mine