Sat here have i for fifteen years, Imprisoned in a cell of darkness,

Not have i seen a sunrise, no sunset as there is for me only less time.

This is not life, caged am i as if an animal “waiting” one day soon i will die,

The wrong that i have done, they punish me in a way that defines the deed.

Does this in a way make them just as bad, they of minds the same as mine,

Maybe the punishment fits the crime, we are all animals of the same kind.

My time is running short as i feel the agony and torture of that which I’ve done,

“Waiting” my life has come down to this for the person they see me as, who i am.

There is a whole row with men like myself who couldn’t keep it together,

Minds of self destruction who first destroy other lives of the innocent.

They also wait outside with delight, chanting, singing over a death sentence,

An eye for an eye, is that really how god intended this to be, it will be.

This is no fantasy, no dream, at midnight this night, I will really die.

Keith Garrett