Death Row

James Catherson

Hands deep in my pockets
Sweat filling legs 
Walking with anxiety 
Reaching closer 

Arriving affront the gates of hades 
Heart stopping
Insides leaking
Life struck insight of death

Gripping me by my neck
Pealing deep into my esophagus
Unable to speak 
My Faith for hell is confirmed.

Soul sold all feeling so cold
Death surrounding 
Knowing best for me 
Alone at such depth

I want nothing of anyone
Only the hell that loves me most 
Always there for me 
Building throughout us all

White filling chamber 
Floor shifting, distancing from hell
Hovering halo shadowing over me
Angels themselves present 

Lifting low under me 
Pushing up toward ground zero
A heart reborn
A life saved at last.