The bars of the jail cell echoed in fright,
As the prisoner could no longer distinguish between day and night
Huddled in the corner of a long forgotten room,
‘For sale’ he chuckled before his impending doom.
Remorse in abundance, leaking through the pores
Closing in on him - those great metallic doors
Gasping for air, he burst into tears
Wrapped in a blanket soiled with his fears
Darkness took hold, sounded like depression
The shrink pointed it out in the subsequent sessions
Atheist he was, no place for him in heaven
Temper tantrum he threw when he was around seven
Not socially inept, not the devil incarnate
Out of body experience when all of it started
A torch in one hand and a motive in the other
To escape from this world before it ends in smother
Flames announced the end had come
For he knew not the religion of the life term
Remains of the poet, screams on the rocks
Poetic justice of the final paradox
As the prisoner could no longer distinguish between day and night
Huddled in the corner of a long forgotten room,
‘For sale’ he chuckled before his impending doom.
Remorse in abundance, leaking through the pores
Closing in on him - those great metallic doors
Gasping for air, he burst into tears
Wrapped in a blanket soiled with his fears
Darkness took hold, sounded like depression
The shrink pointed it out in the subsequent sessions
Atheist he was, no place for him in heaven
Temper tantrum he threw when he was around seven
Not socially inept, not the devil incarnate
Out of body experience when all of it started
A torch in one hand and a motive in the other
To escape from this world before it ends in smother
Flames announced the end had come
For he knew not the religion of the life term
Remains of the poet, screams on the rocks
Poetic justice of the final paradox
