Prisoner X

love or not to love the stench of sin is not a question but a statement.

Hazy lights blind me as they bind me to the chair,

such pleasure is a gift that I can only behold once.

As for crime,

there are many worse emotions that a man hides within

his darken heart.

A solemn crowd watches me pass with a single tear on their caked cheeks.

Dire moments,

anger rages within my mind as shadows of freedom taunt me from their belts.

Malice and regret become streams within my body, pushing the blood forth to the breaking point of my chilled veins.

This light dims as the seconds creep on by like a zombie on the haunt for a meal,

hate or to be hated is the nature of the slayers.

Did I commit the crime? Yes and no!

The time is here and I feel my soul leave my body and my breath collapsing like a tire as I die.

Within the realm of truth and lies,

a single means is available to differ the two and that is, instincts.