Dear me

held down against rusty springs and dirty sheets.

blood red pavement with bandaged streets.

dragged across the burning floor into the pit.

claw marks etched in your vile lips.

You are the reason I sit in this decaying cell.

the so called legal pallbearers,say I created my own hell.

If only if I spoke in truth,instead of bloody murder screams.

a fragile child in a bottle of poison,gasping for relief.

I held my sanity for so long.

now I'm walking towards deaths grip.Embraced by ghostly stares.

so long,so long,so long.