Authors note: Blood is the birth right, hell is a victim of pending results past due paid in full on a cross planted on a hill above a hero dying in a bed alone.

Baby miss you more than life itself
insanity plays on a mind between reality
and pain relieved

You are gonna die son

Squeeze off two rounds

Between the eyes

Goes down laughing

But does not

Die

Screams fill a head on the death row

Bars clanging wild with hell in tow

Preacher talking slow

Into the vale of death

Not your time

Fingers reach for my hand as day reaches for night

Passion grown colder than the rock resting my head

Please takes me past the corner of hate bending edges

Frame stops once a soul lays its self out for fate

Barren walls keep a mind free from the gold waiting

No pristine developed play in devil wish holding past

Lady keeps me in her head pushing past hope of return

Streams of convince come forward in winding love burned

Tender box feeds the train of flame destroyed in halcyon

Trips mixed from the drip of tube easing final pain

From angel to demons creasing mental images a flame

Pet peeve deceive all fates relentless push into oblivion

River runs red streams in flawless dreams of life’s pending death

Palette mixes sky to water blend wine breaks a hold on truth

Dinner for two in a candle burning for soul reprieve visited

Making a way only law will not allow a special reprieve

Harder each day for the pain to fade into reality left alone

Somewhere she holds another

Bed cold as old passes

Drawn images pale

Cross above dead

Passes for promise

Faith holds true

Last meal comes goes

Needle grows large

Deal the cards

Die fall

Choice

Life

Bars gone but the soul still weeps

As remainder to the place and time

Wisdom and truth take clear

Yet in the solitude of hurt

Someone will pay for the torment

Broken fill in the grave with dirt

Body moves back to the bed

Slow drip of morphine

Passes another holding