Yawning darkness in its jaws

descending upon my shaking form.

Hold my hands in clemency,

begging, bribing, blubbing,

hold off your hard justice!

Hold off on the whole truth!

But this is my execution –

I have asked for it

every night and every breath,

praying for this failure.

The jury glare upon me,

cold-blooded, callous, cruel,

each bearing my own face.

Detectives followed every trace,

from crime to crime to crime.

So here I am consumed,

a monster of my own design

swallows me past mouldy teeth;

rotting, fouled, here I die –

the tomb where I belong.