Don’t cry for me

everybody dies

in their own time.

Impending death

does not scare me

going to a better place.

I live or die

by the choices I made.

Lethal injection

not an execution

but a murder!

I am not ending

but beginning.

I am afraid

to transition alone.

Will you be there

with me?

I am sorry

that I killed

your brother -

hope this brings closure.

I see sadness drip

from my family’s eyes but

I have peace in my heart

am ready for next journey.

I have new pants

with a zipper and buttons,

orange juice to drink.

Not a loss but a win!

We are not

that much different.

I am you

and you are me.

Peel back your skin

and you will see.

I sit here wondering

"How the hell did I end up here?" and

"Was she really worth it?"

In my six by eight space

I contemplate what it will be like.

Not spending my days with her

Gnawing at me every day,

Instead spending them waiting for the inevitable.

I always suspected her infidelity, but my suspicions were never confirmed until a friend spilled the beans.

No one thought I'd ever walk away.

They were right. I didn't.

Instead I extinguished her like an old cigar.

Had anyone asked, I'd have scoffed at the idea

that I could commit such a brutal act.

However, as I sit here waiting

for a thousand volts to course through my body,

quelling my existence on this earth,

I'll do so with a quiet comfort that

We've both gotten.....

just what we deserved.

Greg sits in the filthy cell smiling.

He did some awful things.

He killed some wonderful people.

Their voices talked to him every night and every day.

They never said anything useful either.

They would just spout nonsense straight into his head.

Now they would finally speak no more. And neither would he.

He wrote his family a letter so that they could have some of his voice after it was silenced.

He spent hours on it and explained everything.

He explained why he did what he did and why he was excited to finally be put to rest.

Now that the matter was taken care of, he felt he could finally rest without worries.

He leaned back against the wall and stuck his hands in his pockets.

Something fell out of his pockets.

He bent over to pick it up and, to his horror, discovered that it was a letter addressed to his family.