I rage and I shout but to no
avail.
I'm locked up and here everyone
screams.
I am overwhelmed by the noises.
I was always anti-social but this new
found solitude is making me nuts.
I see things that don't exsist.
I climb the walls to avoid the doctors.
The more they sedate me the worse it
gets.
When I sleep the voices are louder and
stronger.
My will to fight is decaying.
How much longer can I resist?
The urge to kill is way to strong.
I find a fork somewhere and I plan
and plot.
The doctor walks in and I set my
plan into motion.
The nurses restrain me and the doctor
pulls out the dreaded needle.
He is so close I can taste him.
And in a flash I break free of the nurse's
grip.
I slam the fork into his jugular vien.
And I feel a rush.
I'm finally free of this solitary confinment.
No longer surrounded by white.
Everything is red now.
 KariH8sEvry1 · Wed May 11, 2005 @ 10:54pm · 3 Comments |
