part for a collab, written a while back, was no long thing,
i had the second half of the collab, here it is:
footsteps resonate, approachin his door
he doesn’t have a single tear left to expose anymore
Hes thrown on the floor, his whole body bruised
Hurt that nobody knew, that his story was true
An innocent man now being dragged from his cell
Knowing In less than an hour heel meet the blackness of hell
Wishing he’d ran from the jail, prays for a gift from above
Contemplates whether his wife and kid have shifted their love
This shit aint enough, they arrive at the death chamber
Hes Almost begging for the moment when he’ll be left painless
his arrests shameless, wishes the feds were straight
or investigation systems of the corrupt Texas state
minds left his state, and now they’re strapping him up
a last wave of sadness cos whats happened just sucks
its like theyre havin some fun, I mean they do this all the time
mistreat and beat people discreetly before they die
was he born to die? They’re preparing the syringe
overwhelming desires to survive are tearing at his limbs
a mans about to die all because people take wrong facts
his darkening mind swivels as the needle makes contact
He starts twitching crazy like a tree in a storm
The fit hits and splits him, his screaming adjourns
His feelings deform, sounds come quietly now
misty signals from him wonder if this is what dyings about
Hes left critically hoping, feels like his physicals smoking
A mind cynically broken cos now the synergy’s spoken
Hearts energy slows an’ its farewell to a poor soldier
The image of his wife and child go, its all over….
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