By tulsagirl75 on 09/09/2008
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Echoes of screams fill his mind
Do they belong to himself or his victims?
A life of regret he has led thus far,
Now he is trapped and must pay for his sins.
Prison would be a welcome retreat
This place is, by far, more like hell.
If it weren't for the voices he hears in his head,
He'd swear he was all by himself.
The medication, meant to shut them out,
Only brings more, at a louder volume.
Is he insane, are they making him mad?
All he feels is dread and doom.
He yells through his door, "I don't belong here, let me out!"
As a doctor walks past his small window.
What are the people he loves doing right now?
Do they care where he is? Do they even know?
His mind is so foggy with the drugs they inject,
Did he really do the things he can recall?
Surely he's not capable of such violent acts.
He feels himself begin to fall.
Back into the dark depths of sleep,
Though rest is not what he'll get.
More memories of evil acts and deeds,
Tears fall as he wishes for death.
To depart this world, would that stop his pain?
Would the voices finally fade away?
Does hell exist, will he burn there forever?
He finally begins to pray.
© By tulsagirl75 On 9/9/2008 10:37:10 AM