Sense Sonnet - Acher

Waste of Time

I've been on death row eighteen years,
For killing a mother of eight.
She begged for mercy, but her tears
Meant nothing. I still sealed her fate,
Slashing her throat in a drug craze,
Because she had no cash to give.
We then went on separate ways.
She went to die. I went to live
In a cell, while legals played out.
I cannot undo what I did,
And all the pain I caused, no doubt.
Of me, this world will be well rid.

There's really nothing left to say,
Except it's good I die today.