Running Rooftops

For when you have to pay in Hell for your crimes in Life.

Running Rooftops 🏢🏢

Running ‘cross the rooftops, chased by the local cops,
leaping over buildings with a ninety foot drop.
Freedom keeping blood fired. Chasers getting slow, tired.
I can see the roof’s door across the gravel top.

I go thru its open clear, racing down the winding stair,
jumping three and four steps in descending flight.
Sweat pouring down my face, cops still giving chase.
Air is sweet on the street escaping into night.

I race to the nearby park in the dim made of dark,
down a lane, ‘cross a path where the green is grass.
This should be my final caper. Odds against me not in favor.
If I fail, there is no bail and that will be my last.

Then I hear a gun sounding. Pain hits my chest pounding
and I tumble, bleeding liquid on the hardened floor
where I feel my life seeping, creeping from my body leaking
as I lay here cold and breathless, dead forevermore.

I can feel no heart beating. Memories of my thinking fleeting
back to when I did inflict my crimes of hurt and pain
which is why I cannot languish here compelled by awful anguish
to atone for moments my humanity went insane.

Death is now my waking bell. I repent my sins in Hell
and pay the price each night to pay the debt that once again
keeps me running ‘cross the rooftops, being chased by armed cops
and bleeding ‘til Eternity says my bleeding’s at an end.

Namyh