I Leave This World

I feel no weakness in this time and place,
for the force of pressure is edged on my face.
I have little feeling in my limbs, but I need to rest,
and I feel my body will not pass this test.
Questions of all kinds are spat out without an end,
but whatever they say I will not betray a friend.
The picks of hot steal burn my hands an take my eyes,
with out one word I will see my demise.
I have no other way out of this hell,
for it is better then being locked away in some cell.
This was the life, paid for with my blood and skin,
a life of pleasures and unwavering sin.
I laughed and played it, to the hilt without care,
but now I will pay a toll in my despair.
Do I ask God for forgiveness, or do I just die,
yes I leave this world of pain and I know the reason why.

Written By
Robert Lee Niswander
Copyright 2004