Your honor,
What I did was in self defense but I won't pretend that I didn't intend to ****. I didn't pull the trigger for the thrill. I fired of those rounds because I still wanted to live even in this world that's got nothing to give. So I beg of you and the dear lord to forgive my sins.
I saw his knife and I wanted to spare his life but in my plight I reached down to my right and the pistol was there... I sent those bullets through the air because I was scared not compassionately impaired. So I just stood there. The gun was still hot but I felt so cold the police found him and I did as I was told. I dropped the pistol and went flat on the ground hoping the man I shot would still be around to see his family and drink with his friends. Your honor I swear I didn't mean for his life to end... Your honor, I have plead my case. Guilty to manslaughter, four shots to the face. I only ask not to be sentenced for life. If I'm locked up I want to die. Lethal injection and this is why.
If that man went to hell I want to go down there as well. I owe him an apology but not just from me. From this world that was so cruel to him and caused his suffering. If I hear heaven's bells ring then at least I will finally be at peace. I'll ask god to release that man's soul from hell because whatever fate he received I deserve as well.

Dinosaurs roam the land
Gathering grain while they can
Roaring beeping bellowing dust
While the weather holds they must

Big wheels rushing to and fro
Trailers to the store on tow
Keep it going rush and tear
While there's still an ear out there

Darkness comes but they don't stop
If they can they'll get the lot
Tomorrow may return the rain
Back to playing the waiting game

Poetry is often associated with
the romantic,
the candle lit,
the girl with flowers in her hair;

And hardly ever with
the silent and passionate,
the mysterious
and brave.

But while it is probably
true
that those who never love
will never write,

Happily ever after
never made that good
of a story.