He fell asleep in an electric chair
Woke up to find there was no one there
Guards, wardens and priest all gone
No friends, no family for He had none
Realized that his straps were undone
So instinctively he started to run
Made his way into the cell block
Found that all the doors were still locked
It was then he noticed that it was unusually calm
The cells were empty so he sounded the alarm
A couple of minutes passed and no one came
No guards, no dogs, the silence was the same
In a wave of panic he dashed out into the open grounds
Hoping that there was some sort of assembly while he was not around
The grounds were in a graveyard state
His guts told him to head for the prison gates
The gates were open so he stepped out
Resisting the urge to scream or shout
Lost in his thoughts he made it into the neighboring town
The air was familiar, it felt like home now
But he still hadn't found a single soul
And of his senses he had finally lost all control
How did he get to the this place?
Thinking back as his mind started to race
First, he woke up in an electric chair
Wait, 'I WOKE UP IN AN ELECTRIC CHAIR'
One minute, the priest read him his last prayer
The next minute...
Was he dead?
Is this death?
No white light? No tunnel?
No heaven? No hell?
Is this what he truly deserved
To be stuck in a place where no other voice would be heard
Frustration and pain ate deep into his bones
As he continued to wonder through the town alone
He'd been handed a fate worse that the fires of hell
Because at least down there, he'd find someone with a tale to tell