I cannot hold out much longer
inner demons getting stronger
lump in throat a form of cancer
the question without an answer

your green mile the longest walk
left my heart enclosed in chalk
very fitting your profession
unremitting my obsession

FIVE STRAIGHT YEARS YOUR LIPS WERE HEARD
I DON'T DESERVE A SINGLE WORD?

how I wish this poem was fiction
filled with lies and contradiction
fabrication's so much faster
and I did learn from the master

you ripped out my spinal chord
legs divided by your sword
an inconvenience in your life
my back must have hurt your knife