END OF THE LINE

Prison life

Everybody chooses sides

And many bleed 

And others breathe their last breath 

Clinched fists

Foaming at the mouth

Strapped in a chair

With no way out

Feel the electricity 

Voltage beyond pain

Flesh cooked in an instant

Enough to melt your brain

Behind bars

Nothing but time on your hand

Now you are a dreamer

Willing to make life's plans 

But you are three days

From execution 

That is your faith

Now wishing you had made better choices 

But the verdict is in

Your wish is three days late.

By 

Wilford Barker.