Poem to my unborn child

Suicide balancing on the edge of my mind.
Under the influence of peyote.
I had a close encounter with the third kind.

When it finally arrived, it was covered in blood.
We're both standing on the bridge of life and death.
It came unexpectedly, the apocalypse, it began with a huge flood.
Drowning, left alone by my parents who have just taken their last breath.
I was the only one of my tribe who survived such destruction.
Time for the world to begin with sexual reproduction.

I was arrested before they brought me to trial.
Accused of this Apocalypse and the world that ends.
My bride to be, drowned on the way to the aisle.
Could I of rescued my bride to be and my friends?

Talking about my crimes in a court of law.
Sitting on a bench, crying, awaiting death penalty.
I got down on my knees, trying to crawl.
Begging for forgiveness.
Nice try, said the judge, but I'm
merciless.

C'mon judge, I'm a child of poverty
I'm walking the path of righteousness.
Carrying the statue of liberty
But I'm slowly slipping into unconsiousness.