The last thoughts of the condemned

The hopelessness and despondency

is locked away inside of thee

the pessimism and despair

of knowingly just standing there

the unpropitious the inauspicious

timing as your led along

through dark chambers

and evil hallways

where the blood

now does belong

its runs through gutters

into Hell

beyond the grace of angels who

are those sad and admonished earthlings

who now wait

one may be YOU

one last look upon the light

that occupied your day a while

one last breath of cool sweet air

prescribed alas soon to defile

drawing deep into my being

life with all its wonders here

I hear the rusty dragging chains

coming for me they appear

with trepidation, for I am not ready

I can never be ready

for what now will

happen hung upside down a bleeding

drowning in terror that now does spill

my blood of ages all the pages

and the wages of sin are mine

so carnivores can cut and eat me

and my maggots then entwine

around their guts to then consume them

in your colon they will be

vanquished in a sea of jelly

which is where the dead and dying see