Dear...
I am sorry for the things I have done... with the sun beating down on my head and the shadows of the bars running across my page, I realised the wrong I have done to the family...
My nights are cold as I know your hearts are towards me... I use to believe there was a reason for my actions, but now as the time takes it's toll on my mind, the cold on my skin, the voices in my head... there are none.
The man next to me seems to have it worse his dreams come through as screams, I can only imagine what he sees... my dreams are blank, in other words I have none. I use to dream all the time, from running free in grandfathers garden to those dreams people have when they falling and then jump awake. Now my only dreams are when I day dream, staring out my "window" and reminisce on things past and wonder what if?
When she first looked me in the eyes my heart jumped, but only because I could sense her disgust in me, when she looked into my eyes the second time I could see she had lost it for me, I am truly sorry about the third and last time...
Her smell, her taste, her fear... I am sorry I really am.
That last time when her blue eyes sunk deep into my own, I knew she hated me, when I returned the stare - fear had fallen across her eyes.
When my blade ran across her throat, death ran across her eyes... I am so sorry.
I feel my own fear as my death awaits me.
Justice some would say, those who don't... I see it written across there faces, hate - cruel hate.
I now sit in my cell with my last request... pen and paper; I write to you - to say sorry for the love I took away from you, for hating you two for leaving me, I know I went down the wrong road but leaving me?
I am sure I will look into your eyes one last time when my life slips away from me... remember the first time when my life had begun? Not many people can say they were there for the start and the end.
Sorry
Dad
Love your son...
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