When the Sun Rises

(This is a fictional poem) You destroyed my life when you raped and killed my daughter. Now you're on death row and you're going to be slaughtered. You took the only thing in my life that mattered. I'm glad they're going to fry you, you bastard! When the sun rises, I don't even want to get out of bed. I'm miserable and I'm falling apart because she's dead. You broke into our home and callously killed her with a knife. I just want you to know that I'll hate you for the rest of my life.