My Window - Bang

It shows it’s scene without a choice

It’s looking eye is but a voice

Reflecting sights that cause a time

When helpless man begins to find

The changing force of sinful ways

The chilling thoughts of lonely days

Now I sit with shaved hair

My body’s strapped, I fear this chair

All right now… Fates a yell in times ever now

One lives his life in quest of hope

Seeing Speaking tells a tale

Of how to live to each his own

I scream, but ears have lost my sound

I cannot breathe, I’m gagged and bound

A crime of hate I have to bear… A fear of death

This electric chair

The twisting winds of death unfold

My body slumps… I’m damp and cold

Place my mind with nurtured needs

Upon the lawn of fertile seeds

Let me speak with lips sewn shut

Of things I’ve done in mortal state

I cannot scream so no one hears me

They dare not look they show their fears

My windows there the scenes the same

I’m not here they’ve lost my name