My New Home

My shot rang loud,my target clear.
I pulled the trigger,lost all fear.
Until i stepped into my new home,they closed the doors.
Now im all alone.
My victims didn't know he was going to die.
As he hit the floor he was asking 'why?'.So i told the judge that he mad me mad.
Teased me,humiliated,made me sad.But the judge didn't buy that excuse.
He told me flat out 'it was just the rules'.
That if 'You controlled your emotions instead,then your victim wouldn't be dead'.
I stole from my victim,his last breath.
Now all i deserve is a sentence of death.
So here i am,confined to my cage.For what seems like forever,because im outraged.
Here i sit,in my new home.
Here i sit,all alone.
Here i sit in my new home,four walls a toilet and no place to roam.
No excuses for my stupid crime.
Just plenty of reasons for doing time.
Here i sit.
Here i sit in my new home.
Here i sit all alone.