Web's on deathrow 1/3
The word life is all i heard at the age of 12 is the hardest words ,i wish i could put my face under the sand.My final days is at hand,what is this i never made it to be a teen or even a man.
Now they are going to put me in the chair ,4 following the wrong peers.
Now i am going to be in the dark where everyone fears.
My enemies are looking into my eyes hoping that i would shed a tear.
Well their wish is denied cause there isn't any coming from here.
My Grandma told me goodbye as i realized there isn't any place in my cell to hide.
As time begins to pass by , my hair on my head i kissed goodbye.
No family there for me because they are home watching me die.
The guards and priest come to get me as i scream let me be.
As my family and friends the next day forget me.
I said a line of peace ,after the black cloth made it so i couldn't see.
The officers and the people watching wasn't hearing me, they were quick to hit the switch on me.
My eyes rolled in the back of my head and i died
And no one cared or cried.
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