Death has a voice, it whispers
From birth, a scratching
In the back of your head
Days,
Months,
Years
Flutter by, but still that
Lost voice from birth, an echo
Getting louder as time passes by,
You are of the
Flesh
Skin
Bone
But as all things it grows old,
"You hear it clearer now"
As it speaks not in whispers
But that moment you know
That life will cease
It has been telling you since birth
Till this day,
20.
03.
2019
This is your last breath, it quietens
With those who understand,
Who know there is a time and place it must end
But those who scratch that itch
The voice becomes
One
Two
Five
All screaming, the end, the end,
As they scream
You scream, insanity takes hold,
The insane don't fear death, the voices
Speak through mixed tongue, an
Enigma,
Puzzled,
Voices
Spoken, They all say the same thing
Even though not spoke
"DEATH IS COMING FOR ME"
Tears of joy, tears of fear, tears for
The moment is near,
That voice you hear louder through age
Its been telling you the moment,
That moment it will take you away..

The dead see darkness only
"Darkness"
Decomposing teeth taste stale air
Acrid,
Rotten,
Pungent
Odours of parts decayed
The dead never die
They are inanimate, like a ornament
Still,
Frozen,
Angelic
Peace forever frozen on their face
They sleep on a bed of maggots
Digesting them over time,
The screams never heard
But they reverberate through
Oak,
Earth,
Grass
Above saturated with their terror
Slowly dies,
The eyes closed shut,
Darkness is the keep sake,
That hides the horror in there still formed
eyes, but everything decays over time
Flesh,
Muscle,
Brain
Turns to dust, that which was there,
Still lives on in a vacant skull
The horror lives on energy
Of life, trapped in
A void,
A prison,
With no bars, never to be free
The dead don't die, the torture in death lives on inside..

June 1st, 2008:
They'll never convict me, they don't have any real proof, I cleaned up all my mess, no one knows the truth

January 29th, 2009:
**** Lawyer, says he's got so much evidence. Wait until he hears my defense. Rock solid alibi, I wasn't even there that night!

March 10th, 2009:
My lawyers a shmuck but I think he knows his stuff. Talking about blood patterns and mismatched knives. Can't this jury just admit I'm innocent and get on with their lives?

November 14th, 2009:
Well, now there's a new witness, says he saw me that night. I know it can't be true, I kept outta sight. Supposedly he heard her scream, but I know that's not right. I had her mouth duct taped tight

August 15th, 2010:
Guilty! How the hell can this be?!  This wasn't supposed to happen to me!

February 12th, 2011:
That girl was asking for trouble, it was unavoidable, anyone can see I didn't do no wrong, this **** jail cell ain't where I belong!

May 2nd, 2011:
I'm getting the chair!? This just isn't fair. I got a lot of family to think about, they believe I'm innocent, beyond a doubt

July 21st, 2011:
I don't understand why they haven't come to visit me, it's actually starting to get kinda lonely.

December 25th, 2011:
Well, it's Christmas today, here I am in my cell. I can't even remember when I actually fell. Why did I **** that poor young girl?  Robbed her of her chance to make it in this world.

March 30th, 2012:
Please God, forgive me for my sins, help me find salvation. I'll never again bow to wicked temptations. I'm getting electrified in such a short time, can you help me find a way to ease my troubled mind?

April 6th, 2012:
Please God, please, I beg of you, just get me out of here! I'll trust in you, in YOU I'll fear! Please save me from this awful fate, in you, my love will be great!

April 8th, 2012:
Well, God, I guess you haven't been listening, are you even there? I tried to change my ways, do good, but I'm pretty sure you no longer care. I'm sorry but I just don't believe anymore, I'm not even sure why I'm saying this prayer because tomorrow morning I'm getting the chair

April 9th, 2012:
I'm walking the dreaded green mile to take my last breath. I admit, I did wrong, but what will I say to Death?  Sitting here, while they strap me down, through the glass in front of me, looking all around, I see the faces of her parents, crying. Well, I guess they're getting their wish, I'm dying. I repented, I asked for forgiveness, they ask if I have any last words. There was only one thought going through my head... So I said..  "Where does my soul go when I'm dead? Of all my evil doings here on earth, what price am I really worth? Do you all really believe that I truly deserve death?" and as I take my last breath, nobody answered me

Then...

*Electricity