Executed By Nitrogen Hypoxia Poem by James McLain

Kenneth Smith the chamber cold, devoid of air,
Nitrogen flows, unseen, unfair.
A silent killer, it fills the space,
Embracing victims without a trace.

Lungs gasp for oxygen, futile in vain,
As darkness descends, a suffocating reign.
Euphoria whispers, a deceptive waltz,
Surrendering souls to nitrogen's exalting salts.

In the void, they fade, their struggles cease,
Bound to eternity, in nitrogen's release.