Insanity

A Poem by Rayin

12. Insanity

I have never felt this warm breeze before, this spray
      of red that covers my face and my body
this deep addictive scent, the smell of the liquid
that runs through your body. Or so I dream for such
I walk these empty hallways
with not a sound to be heard
the building is so quiet, so so quiet
there are no birds tweeting or owls hooting
there is no sound from the bushes to make you nervous
or a bang from upstairs, there are no lights by night
or enough natural light by day
the shadows that are cast
are the closest thing to my family
This square room
...
This square room so bland
so boring,
the window...why is everything so square, these holes in the wall are even square
I even see circle squares
and circles in squares
and rectangle curves.

and these metal bars that block
vertically up outside my window.
And this rusted key, stuck in the other side
      of my door.
The cyanide pill looks so tempting now
They called me insane
a lost soul, unrecoverable
     there is no escape, I Will die here

  This is my last message to the world if anyone finds it...