Condemned

 

Gallows hang above the bed,

criminal’s decaying torso

swings from the noose,

below the abdomen already rotted away,

pieces of the remaining putrid flesh

fall upon the sheets,

where the execution sleeps

and holds the pardon for the accused,

but it was never delivered

for this murderous worthless

deserved to be killed.

Oh how he screamed when the rope tightening,

yet it was more from relief

that his crime was finally punished

as the strands strangled

just as the last breath came

there was an odd smile of joy on the face.

 

Before the torturous act that ended his life

the prisoner dwell in a cell filled with cockroaches

floor covered in filth and human waste,

his meals consisted of bread soaked in mucus

each bite made him vomit,

still he ate ever morsel,

that pain in his gut and fire in his chest

only fueled in hungry for more pain.

 

At night the scorpions crawled over his naked flesh

their stings nearly drove him insane,

it was so excruciatingly terrible,

though all he deserved.

 

In a moment his mind slips out of that captive’s head

back to that mattress and reality

away from  that hellish nightmare of gore

relived every night

because his father was never believed in other than guilt

and when you only know beatings

over imaginary crimes

you never can find the amnesty

of forgiving yourself.