A Jailbird’s Last Song

lights out, it’s time to sleep now…

blood on

my tongue and

the bullet

of a cold gun

swimming down

my gullet, but

surprisingly;

demise tastes

much more

pleasant to me,

rather than the

rotting vestige of

the prison cell

walls that

the angels

lock me in to

fester in disease

and insanity

of my damning life

at every waking moment.

…for the lights of hellfire burn eternal.

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