(Written by a killer about to die in the electric chair,        

     purely fictional, but inspired by the movie,

                    The Green Mile)

Hours to Kill…

So few hours to kill, before I die,

Electricity shall be passed thru my body,

Until I am dead or lit up, whichever comes first,

The stench of death, will be smelled, not felt,

The fear of death, I have all but lost,

Just let it happen now, no reprieves,

I cannot suffer anymore in this mortal coil…

No more will I be forced to kill others,

They will now kill me and I will face,

Those that I did in sitting at the right hand,

Of the god of their choice, to be judged,

To be forgiven, hopefully, for the crimes,

That I have been convicted of & I stand…

I will know not peace till the electricity is turned on,

Some say find the lord, before I do move on,

I say, let him find me, he did forsake me as a kid,

Since then I have killed and maimed,

No age, color, or sex did I shy away from,

I am the ultimate killing machine…

But it was not always this way; I remember a childhood,

One of wonder and fulfillment, till my mother died,

And into that shelter I went, learned all my bad habits then,

Learned how to kill and not get caught for thirty-odd years,

Moved from place to place, serial killer in one town,

Rapist in another, child molester in the next,

Racist killer in the town after that…

Did I send to their death those that deserved it?

Or did I do what god said, his voice heard in my head?

I cannot say, was told I was insane, but also that I was inane,

I can’t decipher what it is I am, actually, but will know soon,

When I am quite very DEAD…

Too long to wait, too many hours, let it be over,

Let this life of pain end; let me sleep,

Let me never again offend…

© ed – 3/6/04