II. Death Raw To Death Chamber

Nightmare warfare
Image credit: John Henry Fuseli.

Less 24 hours to my execution,

Hour by hour, minute to minute,

To my execution; my sentence.

Am prepared to die,

I told myself.

Don’t have a slim chance to escape,

Preparation continues,

They testing the equipments,

Equipments they will use to send me,

Send me to my creater,

By stretching my neck out,

To pop my head off,

Let my head go into fired flames,

I should not die right away, they said.

Adrenaline is high,

Appetite is low, my mouth goes dry,

I feel loneliness,

Am their scapegoat,

They watching like carnivore,

I will not resist,

My final statement,

I feel my end near,

My dead body falling back,

Into your nightmares,

Forever.

Published by Dr. Qwufua Broomstick.

Writer,Researcher,Artist, love diversity, Conjurer.

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