Last Words Of A Dead Man

They've got me here today
To hear the verdict on my case.
"Did He do it?" they ask now,
I'm guilty of this crime somehow.
May take some time so I escape,
I close my eyes and hideaway.
I go to a familiar place,
I'm in our room, I see Her face.
She's sleepig there, so calm, so still,
Her naked body so revealed.
I lay down next to Her and stare,
I run my fingers through Her hair.
She smells of fruit and flowers rare,
You'll never smell it anywhere.
Reality....
I Look to see what's going on,
It hasnt even been that long.
I fall back into Dreams of Her,
And let sweet memory endure.
I'm carrying her from the car,
Had so much fun back at the bar.
Careful not to hit Her head,
I went through the door and to the bed.
I tied Her up real nice and tight,
And promised one hell of a night.
I made Her squiel and gasp for air,
She bit my neck, I pulled Her hair.
Reality....
The Jury's coming back in now,
I dont want to know how I am found.
The Foreman's taking center stage,
And now He'll read what's on the page.
"The Jury finds that, in the first degree,
This man has murdered and is guilty.
We recommend a Death sentence,
His Life is owed in recompence."
Not such a blow, now looking back,
Now this world can fade to black.
"All is agreed, let it be said:
He will hang by His neck until He is dead."
Sometimesa Judge can be such a Dick....
I guess its to the Noose I go,
I hope it's Sweet, I hope it's slow.
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And slow it was, He choked on breath,
It took some time to welcome death.
He drugged a girl and took Her home,
She died that night there all alone.
He tied Her up and stripped her bare,
And stabbed that poor girl everywhere.
It was months til she was found,
Her body on the bed still bound.
That man got less than He had due,
But He's got His own Inferno now,
To look forward to.
I didnt make the story,
Just thought I'd make it all complete.
A story of such woe it be.
A fuckin tragedy.