Condemned

It's short, and a bit. Depressive. Gosh, I'm turning into a misery guts!

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As I sit here, behind these bars.
Gazing upon those beautiful stars.

Thinking of my rights and wrongs.
I may want to write a song.

From all the lives that I have took.
My life story, in this book.

The day of my birth, until the end.
A friendship long forgotten I need to amend.

So here in this cell, with rusty old bars.
Gazing upon those beautiful stars.

Waiting for my story to end.
Being charged with murder, to death I am condemned.