Thinking how my life’s a mess
It’s all my fault, I must confess

I was the one that took the lives
The perpetrator who stole the smiles

Flashbacks suddenly flood my brain
I brace myself for the pain


Licking the blood from my shining blade,
The grin on my face started to fade

Sounds of dead feet dragging the floor
And a slight thump when they catch on the door

Shaking hands held the match
Against the box, trying to catch


Flames flickered against the walls,
The pile of bodies growing small

Reduced simply to ashes,
No more deep gashes

I kicked the embers, turned to leave
Thinking of lies that I would weave

In court I sat, with head held high
The judge shook his head, sent me away with a sigh

The cries of the families struck me deep
Although not one of them made me weep

My bright orange clothes stand out at night
If I could escape, I’d still be in sight

Cracked concrete walls surround me now
Shutting me in my title somehow

“Convicted Murderer,” the headlines read
My conscious whispers in my head

But my body rebels against its pleas
And a rusty nail, I soon seize

Deep red liquid pollutes the concrete
Another dead body lay at my feet

‘Twas my cellmate, nothing more
I smile at the sight of gore

Alarms ring out, my time has come
In the end, I most certainly won