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Elecchair

Electric Chair

Oh, the calm thought

The joy of a journey hide, and thrill of the seek

Behind the banner, Henry VIII, dare I look not

I dare not peek


Behind which lie slabs of mold

Bricks of old

Far from gold

It and mind full of dust

‘Tis the pirates’ loot, bay the docks, must!


My feet of dirt

Absent, they go of note

The wall under the banner, they do so blend

Alas, my feet you must mend

For another's, plus mine, did they so skirt

The sores, the scabs, the scrapes, oh the hurt!


Mommy, kiss boo-boo goodbye!

Mommy possess the power not of this

For Daddy hath made it go awry

And Mommy hath sank into abyss


Years later, no more

His life must end, as should have before!

From the corpse, his soul must desert

Straight from Hell, this hypocritical pervert!


To me, he hath had touched

Mother, he hath broke

Insults, he does my beloved folk

Distorts, he does, and upon much!


To I, feeds he gluttony

His wife to me hath struck

Denies harmony

Leaves my mind not of me

Yet I to later to feel as muck


For years, I endure

But never a cure

Alas, it all ends tonight

A flick of the wrist, ever so slight


The deed is so done

But I feel I must mutilate

So I think I shall participate

Yet to do so ‘fore the Wrath of the Morning Sun


The blood on my skin

I have claimed the win!

Kill, I must kill again

But first, to bring it to soot

All for no kiss on the foot

I must kill again!

For the feel of the blood on my skin!


Why, do they all so scream?

Why not, do they so beam?

Why suicide from an indoor bang?

Though I never deny, a good hang


Times of evil

Times of good

Some deem mad

But I deem true

Praise the Goat of this dark red hue!

Though, never have I truly understood


Presently residing in a place of lone

Truly a saint!

Disable the phone!

Not of taint!


Deem me mad

You should be glad

Not of more pain

We all die the same


Again!

Abandon all fear!

Do not shed a tear!

Why, how is my act a sin?


Sunrise of grey

See I in the paper

Police on the way

Escape is all, all so before the tazer!


Oh, the chase!

Oh why, oh why have I so chosen these ways?

Simply to put, only I wish to help!

Known, I should have known by their yelps!


Horrendous to the good

Delicacies to the bad!

As a child, this was all I had

My hands upon the cold hood


Must stand, I before court!

Laws against, quite at hand

Rise of all sorts!

Quickly, you must stand!


Before a judge

Barely, can I so budge

My death be the penalty

Be I, so unstable mentally?


Called upon the chair

To sit down, to do so, I must dare

Minutes go by in this stiffled air

Hair... by hair... by hair…


Flip the switch!

My whole body atwitch!

My mind, to be ever so slowly fried!

Spirits, do I, I do so see, all been so tried


Over at last, I do so sigh relief

It having had turned off

I must have been found to false innocence!

At the last minute!


Slowly, open do so my eyes…

Yet to my great demise…

The ghosts, they do not hide…

Forever, to be lost in such a great weep…

Soon, are they so to be joined by me…

Forever, to be trapped in this room…

With not but my sad, lonely tears of guilt…



Written by Brokenkenya
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