I Should Have Agreed With The Priest.

I Should Have Agreed With The Priest.

No escape! No escape!
The sentence is set.
The entire world is collapsing.
So desperate, so insecure.
What do I do? What do I do?
Could someone help me?
Oh please God save me!
Spikes. Sharp. Rip.
Let me out. Lock me out.
The tight locks around the wrist.
The never ending screams make the night eternal.
Turn around. Turn around. Turn around.
The black and white stripes wave like flags,
of an decaying country who has lost all hope.

121 days and counting.
The stone- sharp wall seems to be running low on space.
At least that’s what I can see.
I feel like me eyes were replaced by ears.
Now I know when that silvery plate will be sliding under the moist wooden door.
Exercise time? No problem.
Tattoos stop hitting me around day 60th.
Scars took longer but eventually become an ice breaker.
Races keep drama high out on the field
but that does not stop the “badass” Whities
making deals with the fucking Spics behind the showers.
Not to mention the supposed peacekeepers,
letting free trade find its way like a first world country.
I let go of money around day 5,
and let cigarettes become my medium of exchange.
I love to think we live at the Vatican, even Luxemburg.







Last night I overheard an interesting conversation
the guards should have been a little more careful.
Now I count the days for the show,
there is no telling Darryl what his future holds.
They chose Friday night to give the surprise
only with no Sunday come back like the lord Jesus Christ.
Now, we are all just hours away.
Getting nervous in this eternal darkness.
I finally hear the familiar sound of rattling keys.
It’s time to hear him scream.
Behold the executioner has come.

Wait! Somethings wrong.
They walk past his cage.
I can hear the footsteps getting closer.
Did I misheard? Who is it to suffer?
Rattling keys getting closer.
Who is to pay tonight?
So close now I see the reflection of those black boots
No! Wait! No! It’s not me, it can’t be.
Let me out! Lock me out!
Someone help me! Oh please God save me!
The door swings open, too late.
It all goes black, no time for praying
Just enough for regretting.
My sins are not to be judge here on earth
Specially not in the electric chair.