Rating: T
Category: Angst
Summary: A poem about how a prisoner might feel about Kira. Sad.
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I go through it every day,
The waiting, waiting, waiting.
I lay in my cot at night,
Hoping, thinking, debating.
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As each second ticks by
I wonder if it's my turn.
I'm waiting, waiting, waiting,
For the pain and then the burn.
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My cellmate died yesterday,
While playing cards with me,
I had just flashed my Royal Flush,
It was the last thing he would see.
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They're dropping all around me,
And I wonder if I'm next.
Heat attack or suicide, or
Some haunting, gruesome text?
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The news says he's a hero,
And the hero always wins,
But I sit waiting, waiting, waiting,
To die for my past sins.
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Will I die tomorrow?
Do I even want to know?
Will I loose my life today,
Because a stranger deems it so?
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I'm waiting, waiting, waiting,
For my heart to explode in pain,
For more people like me to fall
In a way I can't explain.
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They say it's for the greater good,
But it's really just degrading,
The news says he's a hero,
But I'm stuck waiting, waiting, waiting…
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Has anyone ever done this before? I've been thinking about it for the past few days, trying to think how to word it right, and I think I like it. It would weird getting into a different frame of mind like that, because I actually agree with the death penalty. I think Raito was right, but he's a bit insane, thinking so much of himself. --'
Anyways, I actually like how this turned out. So please, tell me what you think.Review!
Nilah