How easy it is to kill a man.

Now I could sit here for years

And years thinking the exact thing,

About what I had done

Cramped and cold, still

Feels the same as when 

It happened, nothing more

And nothing less

Done in, skewered and locked

Into the system

Catalogued

For being “out of line”

I don’t know how 

My wife feels.

I can’t really know how

My wife feels.

I don’t think I ever knew anything

About her

At all.

The grey walls, it’s a match,

Got my soul.

No matter, it’s all taking

A man’s life away.

I don’t know how

My wife feels.

The heat burns my eyes.

A finger of light

Is poking me, 

Telling me to go see

Between the lines

You never understand 

Until you see it

With your own eyes

Or can you?

I just see a pair of iron bars

That cut down

A growing tree

What a fitting way to nip

Your life in the bud

I don’t think I ever knew anything

About them

At all

How easy is it to kill a man?