My Own Judicial System

I’ve been accused I’ve stood on trial
I’ve called for order in the court
I’ve handed down the gruesome sentence
And pulled the final lever

I’ve put my soul into each of these roles
As judge, jury and executioner
I watched my pleading eyes sink below the morning tides
And felt nothing when bubbles burst upon the surface

So strap a rock around my ankle
Toss me down into the lake
I’ll settle in the silt
With the darkness and the shame

Scrape the last remaining bits of air
From the trenches of my lungs
Let the pressure crush my fragile frame
Until I fit your palm

My bones will erode and my brain will dissolve
I’ll be sutured to the sea
My atoms will reek of rotting fish
And crabs will live between my teeth

I’m far removed from sunset views
And clouds that burn like wax
A starless sky tied around my mind
A cell without lock and key