On Death Row,,,, by Nandhika

I turned my head to the right As I tried really hard to see  But An empty room was all I faced After all, who would come for me?  My reflection in the glass, stared back With an expression I wished I couldn't read, Is it really a matter of birth and background  Or is it in what we believe?  I tried to feel something Anything at all  But all the anger and revenge  Failed to heed to my call I thought about the life I've lived Every word said and unspoken I thought about the people id killed And I knew I was the one broken A man in orange scrubs  Was the last person I had And from the look in his eyes I could tell he was glad I thought if I were to live What would I do?  But there's really no answers When the minutes are few  The thud of my heartbeat Filled both ears  I closed my eyes tightly  As I tried too hard not to hear My arms were by my side  Stiff and useless like never My fist was still clenched  And ready as ever  Suddenly the world spun I saw 342 faces flash by  When I opened my eyes for it to stop I saw more and more people cry They cried and they pleaded They screamed and they screamed And it hit me like lightning  What I was seeing There on that ceiling Was the face  Of every person id devoid Of another day I choked on air  As I remembered the scenes As tears filled my eyes  I tried not to plead The man in orange ran over And looked at me in shock He seemed unsure of what to do As the seconds ticked by on the clock  The needle was in his hand And my arm was tied down and ready But suddenly he realised, looking at me That an induced death was unnecessary  As I slipped away from the world I didn't try to hold on Because I knew what I was doing right Might just justify what I had done wrong.     ..............,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,