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Chuck R.

Hi, my name is Chuck and I've been sitting hereon Arizona's death row for eighteen years. Life in 100% isolation is a drag to say the least. My days spent in this cage consist of writing, drawing, reading, exercising, and listening to some good old heavy metal music, I have written and illustrated a book called "Poetry for the poisoned ones" and I am working on an other book called "Death Behind The Eyes...The Awakening". I'm 43 years old, 5'9" tall, and have green eyes. The mail is about the only thing I have to look forward to in this hellhole in which I reside. I would love to receive mail from anyone interested in writing. Ask what ever you desire an I will always be 100% honest with you. This is the only picture I have of myself, it ́s a couple (18) years old. :-) I hope you like the two drawings and the poems that go with them, these will be in the book I'm working on right now.

I'm looking forward to hearing from you.
Respect Always


If you want to write this inmate, please send an e-mail to sekretariat@initiative-gegen-die-todesstrafe.de and ask for his address.


Last update: February 2014


"A Ghost Woman and The Hunter"

The darkest souls are not those
which choose to exist within the hell of the abyss.
But those who chose the break free from the darkness,
and silently walk amongst us.

Out of the darkness she comes....wearing beauty like a mask,
standing in reflection o someone else's dreams.
shrouded under a tortured, sinister chill,
a shadow of a hunter stalks her every move.

A hunter who sees through the eyes of his goddess,
and knows the chaotic, crippling memories of her demented mind.
Her touch and her eyes...They lie and they victimize,
indifferent to the pain she causes, this confession means nothing to her.

I am constant chill that moves up and down your spine,
the versatile one that moves in and out of your mind.
I am the dark abyss that haunts before your prayers,
and I am the nemesis that haunts your nightmares.

From the depths of hell I move in and out of your weins,
the very addiction you can't live without...I willdrive you insane.
I am the ghost woman that you love,
and in the space between a blink and a tear...Death Blooms!


"Shadow In My Blood"

Someone opened a door in my mind,
to a place where time itself dissolves into confusion.
Even in my desperation... I walk as cold as a ghost,
doomed to repeat a lifetime ́s path of failures.

When I cam across a man standing before me,
he wore violence like a fur cloak riding his shoulders.
His cult was written in spilled blood,
disfigurement, and the virtue of destruction.

His black pitted eyeholes haunted me,
while speaking to me in eloquent silence.
"I am death," they said, "I am your fate,
and the fate of all living things... I am what is left behind.

Today I am this man, tomorrow I am another,
see the truth of me... Not one is tethered.
I am bound to no single self,
but unleashed into a multitude of selves.

"Only then did I recognize this man standing before me,
for it was me that I refused to see.
Standing so self-possessed and content,
inside my own inner world's visions.