The sentence

She made me smile, a rarity on this old antiquity scarred and ancient yellowed crags of a face
Nicotine stained fingers clasping onto and into her young and innocent embrace
I haven't seen her for over twenty years and never truly expected to again
Since I was sentenced to life in this Goulag full of the killers and criminally insane.

I lived upon the photograph of her as a baby, slept with her under my pillow every single night
Regretting every single moment I drank that bottle of vodka and delved into that fight
Where I pulled out a dagger and pierced that what I describe now as a child through the heart
A teenage victim at my very own hands, regrets I have, I don't know where to even start.

Yet here we are, in the deepest darkest cast out forest prison, amongst ghouls and living apperitions
The darkest pits of hellish passings, of humans, clinging onto the end of a world existence
They allowed me this visitation, this single hug, a twenty year yearn to hold on, to scream and cry and laugh and live
To wipe away her tears, to put a tissue against her enamoured innocent cheek I'd give.

Everything, to be with my daughter in the real, yet I'm afraid that will never happen, my crime was too horrific
I'm here in my ten by three foot cell where I pace until I become insignificant
I learned to love to provide to survive, the reality of my world and the existence of my crime
Yet now I realise, gaining into the blueness of my daughters eyes I was wrong, I stand chastised in this godless awful grime.

And then as soon as it had begun, I have to release her delicate spider web hand
She kisses me on the cheek and tells me bravely that she understands
But all I have to look forward to, are the next visitations in five years time
Her love and forgiveness will haunt me, and that's the sentence for my crime.