Written in a little over an hour and a half.
Criminal's Dirge
Skies are closed, and I see not
The ceiling, which I sense is there
To bare down on my miserable lot
The choking, twisting, wrenching snare!
Oh, how I loathe the inky void
Murmuring, taunting from afar
Telling us truths, that we are toyed
By forces that we know not are!
That we should never see the stars
Or feel the gentle breeze of spring
To be replaced by iron bars
And the emptiness bondage brings
That our hopes will fade, one by one
As hurt, longing and torture reign
The rising and setting of the sun
Draws us closer to final pain
Death! Aye, death, it comes too fast
To worthless transients like me
Poetic justice that I should pass
To a Hell that devils oversee.
But I hope with all my heart
Despite the evils I have sown
That grace will give me one last chance
To see the sky that I have known
My shackled arms, now bursting free
Of its flimsy Earth's restraint
My heartbeat slows, and I flee
To the wind, where breathy colours paint
The sky darkens and the moon
For many a year has eluded my eye
Sheds a tear and softly croons
My dirge, for it is time I die
Breathing stops, and I hear
The creaking of the ceiling wall
Time to say good-byes, I fear
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye all.
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