As I lie <br />in the prison room <br />of death <br />I feel <br />The sweet pleasures <br />of forced suicide <br />going through my vains <br /> <br />As I close my eyes <br />and take a breath <br />I know <br />it will be my last <br /> <br />I lie here <br />I die here <br />an innocent man <br /> <br />Then I hear a knocking <br />on my heavens door <br /> <br />The crow <br />She has come for me <br />To take my soul <br />and set me free <br /> <br />As I fly through <br />the valleys of peace <br />I know at last <br />My soul is free <br /> <br /> <br />Inspired by house of stone <br />By Eric Cockrell<br /><br />Dave Alan Walker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-room/
