A Happy Ending
By Untouchable
::My Death Sentence::
June 22nd, the day of my death, guards quietly wake me up from my rest
No one cares, they still insist of awaking me with a stick to my chest
It doesnt phase them, the tears in my eyes
Its so unfair how they can actually schedule someone's demise
They pull me out of my cell, purposely trippin me until I fell
I cry, askin for forgiveness, n' they laugh until I turn pale
Of course, I am scared, frightened of the chair
And they continue to insult me as if they dont care
So depressing, this sorrow and sadness in me keeps infesting
Im innocent, never hurt a fly...and they never heard me confessing
A conspiracy, so tragic and drastic, assuring me to end up in my casket
Forced to bunk with big inmates, so horribly depressed living like a faggot
NO ONE understands my fucking pain, the humiliation of my name
Life is supposed to be like this, we are supposed to live insane?
The system, meant for right, then why am I forced to feel a dick every night?
Why do they have to take my innocent life?
And now I cry, as I walk into the room, and on the chair, acrossed from my wife
My daughter stands, pouting, as my final seconds begin counting
I wave goodbye, and as they pull the lever my body begins pounding
I scream as if im insane as my brain ignites in flames
Such euschruciating pain, shocking sensations all through my veins
Surge. Its over. Done. The witnesses begin descending.
Only hatred and pain, its the american way, no happy ending.
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