I just wanted to 

    live again

Allow my cold, dead 

    heart to mend

You refused to 

    just ascend

Instead you seal our 

    fate to end

Once you gave me 

    breath of life

Now you only 

    twist the knife

Jealous anger 

    you are rife

Misery becomes 

    your wife

Stepping through hell's 

    open door

Nothing will even 

    the score

I'm trying to 

    open the gate

Deathly afraid that 

    it's too late

Done everything I 

    know to do

But it's not good 

    enough for you

It all seems like 

    wasted time

Wasted love put 

    on the line

Nothing that I 

    do or say

With you seems 

    to hold sway

Now our life's 

    begun anew

Why do i feel it's 

    without 

           you?

You have permanently 

    written yourself across my soul

Like a tattoo machine 

    drilling hole after tiny hole

The ink from your lips 

    embedded deep beneath the layers

Creating your masterpiece of 

    bloody dips and tiny flares

I bit my lip to keep from 

    screaming from the pain

I stopped myself from 

   loudly crying out your name

You knew it hurt yet no 

    mercy was to be had

Relentlessly even when that 

    pain got really really bad

Now your artwork is on 

    display for everyone to see

Though it's beautiful, I 

    realize I am no longer me.

The din of the courtroom faded away.

   I had tried but failed to sway

opinion that they claimed as fact

   my guilt, to them, remained intact.

I had fought so very hard

   to convince the prosecuting retard

to take another careful look

   the evidence that was undercooked.

Public defender bumbled about

   got upset when I would shout

that until then I truly believed

   if you aren't guilty, you'll be relieved.

I desperately tried to appeal.

   Everything felt so surreal.

How could I be charged guilty

   of a crime deserving the death penalty?

The sloppy proceeds made me sick

   as I worked so hard to find a trick

to end a nightmare I couldn't wake.

   I begged the guards, give me a break.

"Please just look into my case!

   I swear you'll see it's not my face!"

They just shook their heads at me

   and told me I would never go free.

Sitting here with nothing to lose

   I pull the shank out of my shoes.

In an hour they'll come for me.

   This time I'm prepared, they'll see.

I won't go without a fight.

   An innocent man, it's my universal right

to defend myself from those who'd harm.

   So I'm layering on the charm.

In my heart, it's not a crime

   to take a life meaning to take mine.

I know my freedom I won't succeed

   but one day maybe they will take heed.

I hope when all is said and done

   they remember after having their fun

I took one of their lives with me

   when they find out I was not guilty.

(Awesome challenge. I already wrote a poem about being convicted in spite of innocence. I didn't mind writing another. This happens more often than most people know.)

You were coming home today

    I would have prepared yesterday

You were going to walk back in

    I was going to finally win

My heart would have skipped a beat

    We would have gone on a retreat

I would cook your favorite food

    Remind you not to be so rude

We would get high for old times sake

    We would have sex without a break

We would argue about new plans

    You would have greeted all your fans

You would have worked on my tattoo

    I would have playfully punched at you

We would have fought about the car

    You would pretend you'd go to a bar

I would have recorded you goofing around

    You'd take shots of me tied and bound

I would kiss you with no one around

    Our breathing together the only sound

There were so many things to do

    But we can't do any cuz they kept you.