So, are you willing to die?


To spill your blood

And extinguish a lie

To finally say how you feel inside

Ah! To let go of your childish pride


In that cold prison cell

While the whole world outside hates you

The sound of your breath

Still closer to death


How will it feel

Against that cold wall

Urine stained trousers

For that's apart of it all


Have you thought this far ahead

For this is not a game

Beware the quiet man

Who hates his own name


(and puts pencil to paper)


~ G McK