Just like that the prison doors shut on me.
One may have a few definitions of prisons.
For me it was much more brutal than a Convicted Criminal's Cell.
Words couldn't describe the agonizing pain that was racing through my mind at the time.


But lord knows I couldn't go on with living my everyday life in Torture.
No no no.
A decision was destined to be made.
Made by me. Not by anybody else.
Because nobody else felt the pain.
The pain that was eating away at my soul.
The pain that was eating away at me.


The prison.
My life was a prison.
Some may say their life felt like a prison
But my life WAS a prison.
A prison so strong that I didn't understand right versus wrong.
A prison that I have been kept in way too long.





Escape.
I must escape.
Escaping was the only way I could get out of this Purging Prison.
But how? There were no doors. No keys. No me.
A prison where only the best guards were kept on clock.
These words were thrown at me like rocks.
My life had no real clock.


Knock, Knock.
I heard at the door. What could that mean?
Blue and Red was the last that I could remember before waking up in a hospital bed.
The room bare and white.
Mother crying because she knew that I was no longer right.
Not right in the sense that I made a decision. a gruesome decision with too much height.

I decided to take my life.

With nothing left to hold.
My life was was like an open book.
An open book that some wished to close but I did not.
A few days later I found myself staring.
Not at my homework but out of a bolted bullet proof window.
A window so bold and so clear. I didn't even read what I was supposed to cure.

A cure they said.
They said they have a cure.
A cure for what I said.
A cure for you they said.

At the time I had no idea what such a cure could fix my demure.

Surrounded by not one but by several others.
I was no longer riding solo.
No longer riding solo on a racing maneuver that was destined to end my career.
My career of life.



Life and prosperity were no longer there.
No longer were they should be.
With too many tears. My life had everything to fear.

But again there was this so called cure.
Click Clack Clock. Was the sound of the opening thought.
The opening thought that opened not only me but everyone that was near.




My life was once again soaring.
High above where the human eye can’t score.
I no longer had a reason to roar or feel sore.
Me and the devils cord was cut.
Cut forever. Cut indefinitely.
I no longer had to feel the devils pain.


I had found myself.
Found myself high above the mountain tree tops.
Where you could see the kangaroos jump and the fish flop.
With the cries of the farmers planting their crops.
Everything was great.


Never again will I be a piece of bait.