Sleep Tight...

Sleep tight...
as the wind rattles your chains,
and the screams echo in your cell,
as the blood runs down your face
into your blackened eyes.
Sleep tight...
as the dawn creeps nearer,
and the smell of death
penetrates your nostrils
as you wait for your impending doom.
Sleep tight....
as the sound of the blade
being sharpened enters your head,
as your heart starts to race
when you are led to the guillotine.
One frantic prayer before-
Slam!
Sleep tight... Sleep