In the Antechamber ~ Saturday, May 30, 2026

The dead man walking sees before his eyes
his whole life flash in a moment, he walks
enters the antechamber, sits down, smokes

diminished capacity, a disguise
enter into a pact, a narrative
as it goes, difference seeks out she who talks
differently but listens, was it a hoax

maybe, he will never know, what makes sense
as the minutes pass, time is up, to give
necessarily, unnecessary

windows to view the imminent future
as the moment creeps, opinions vary
little does he understand, with no cure
kindness keeps the skipper out of nonsense
in an instant, minutes really, death comes
no one else blinks, business as usual
given the phrase, commit a crime and die

see the past, shut it down, with all the slums
enter the age of discontent, hell-bent
entertainment, anything goes, how cool
spring seems outside, why did he make her cry

brutal affect, up the river, sever
even forever ties, time, heaven-sent
forget the man, left alone, in the box
only, he seems quite tame, now, for a beast
rest assured, he could escape, like a fox
even if he did, at the very least

history will destroy him forever
in the blink of his two eyes, creation
sorrow and suffering right from the start

exceptions to the rule always exist
yes, murder and rape, to practice an art
ethics aside, this type cannot persist
symbolic, in a word, desecration