immortal madness // l.s

forty three

My head aches

With pressure

As the judge speaks.

He looks scary, like

He belongs here, in

Hell. He tells me to call

Him Your Honour, but

I call him

Satan.

"Harry Edward Styles, how do you plead?"

I plead to be saved,

For someone to save me

Like I'd

Saved them.

Where is

God in all of this?

"He pleads not

guilty by reason of

Insanity or mental

Defect."

That is my

Lawyer,

She seems nice

Enough.

At least for

Hell.

"What is his condition?"

Satan is

A douche bag.

"It's in the

court appointed

Psychologist's report."

She glances at me,

Smiles.

The jury comes

Back.

"The court finds

The defendant,

Harry Edward Styles,

Guilty on

Both charges

Of first

And

Second degree

Murder

He is

Sentenced to

Death by lethal injection."

What does that mean?

Am I

Going to be

Saved

After all?