Allow Misery

Let me die
Have mercy
Relieve my poor, worried guts
My aching entrails
That don’t understand
Set free this blood
Pounding on the walls of its cell
My veins are a dreadful prison
Unlock them
And throw away the key.
Until now I thought all my
Captivity was imagined
I found solace in
The idea of insanity
A melodrama I created within
But the lights are on
The ghouls are real
My hell is grown too big
Let me go
Let me die
Have mercy.

(c) Tasha Chinnock 2006