In the Padded Room

A look inside the eyes of those who sit in the padded rooms, isolated from society, alone with their internal demons.

 

As I sit in the padded room,

The Voices come back in my head.

The Voices that shout of impending doom,

The Voices that say I am dead.

That I am dead and have gone to hell,

That’s what the voices tell me.

That killing, killing has done me well,

That’s what the voices tell me.

The visions are slowly returning now,

The images burnt in my mind.

The visions of which do arouse

A sensation of fear that I thought left behind

The killing and torture helped me with this,

They gave me a strange sense of whole

A refuge from the gaping, eternal abyss

That threatened to swallow me, body and soul.

And it is to get away from this place,

To escape from the pit that does gape,

To relieve myself from the Hell in my mind,

To that end, I plot my escape.

Reviews

[Jupiter]

This is a very interesting piece. I will admit, it creeped me out a bit, but I kind of like that about it.

Jupiter

[Kristin Lee]

I like this one! Simple yet effective imagery. And good use of color since you are talking about Hell.

[Adri Moolman]

wow this is creepy but its good!

[Daniel Hebert]

Thanks!