Its just another night, just another checkpoint to breathe,
No aim to follow, no path to ride upon,
Its lonely as it get, silence is my only friend,
Noise also pay visit sometimes, but just noise,
Not the voices to hear or understand,
Noise of cells banging, screams begging for mercy,
Everyday I hear footsteps, expecting them to be the last,
I used to think death was hardest,
Now I know anticipation of death is even harder,
These walls seem to get narrower each day,
Seems each day air becomes less to breathe,
No idea about what day is it, does it even matter?
I guess not, still holding onto something helps,
All I think about is how it will end,
Does it hurt too much or death shows a little compassion,
Will it be like a sweet release of breath,
Or will I keep life clinched while death pulls me towards itself,
I am a sinner and never prayed in my entire life,
But here I am on my knees praying for the former to be true.
Lethal injection will end me
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