Electric Chair

Inspired by the works of Nine Inch Nails.

Author's Note

Impulses have dragged me here
Screaming out in the vast fire
I punish myself for taking this long
To realize that you're a liar

I'm locked in a prison
A prison to which I posses the key
But my shaky hands are unable o unlock
Myself from the cell to be free

Its almost like like an endless blood stream from the head
I wish, oh how I wish you were there
To see me convulse in terror, to see me suffer
To see me die upon the electric chair.

Reviews

[Baby Ricochet]

Dark and dramaic. Great job.,

[Jason Dyer]

Sounds like this comes from a very personal experience.

[Forever Hidden]

A lot of emotion, strong words, and darkness are hidden in that poem. Beautiful Georgia! Well done :)