Here I sit in darkness, with only my insanity keeping me company, my
rationality screaming for help from the depths of my mind. I hear her, yet
im powerless to save her. Bound by this jacket, its straps holding me
ridged. I've given up fighting, resisting what I’ve been sentenced,
it’s a futile war that I’m sick of losing. My thrashing and screaming has
gotten me no place but sedation, my senses numbed, and dulled, everything
around me becoming hazy. I may not remember but I feel the drugs circulated
around me, flowing through me like a surge of electricity, paralyzing me,
killing me inside out.

Once confined to a Bed, held down by straps and chains. Held prisoner by my
insanity, my mind screaming for rescue. Screaming for its release before
it’s silenced by orderlies in white. Heavenly Angels with dirty faces and
corrupt minds, using little force but needles to twist you, and contort you
to their desired image. I see, but I do not feel anymore, they've
killed me with their liquids that help me sleep, that drain me of all energy
and will to live.

My resistance brought me here, to this hole, this chamber, this casket,
padded with demons screaming to get out. They don’t hear them but I do,
inside my head, calling me name, telling me my fate but I refuse to believe,
See I know the truth and I know what they do. I’ve been there, I've
felt it. So now im here locked away, a product of my fighting, my constant
struggle with reality has shut me away. In a padded cell for my protection,
I don’t need protecting, im sane within my own right, I mean I'm alive
though just barely, with it, almost certainly. I've given up trying to
escape. There’s no way out for me, I’ve tried thousands of times, my blood
stains the walls were I’ve tried to claw out, im not crazy, I know who I am,
im jus being held captive by my mind, and by them. I know they watch me, jus
like I watch me. I stand there, look back at myself and I see their product,
im a child of their drugs and tests. I see me crying at night wishing to be
free; I hear my self calling out at night in my nightmares, wishing for this
reality to end.

I'd love to be able to say that I can escape in my mind, though my mind
is scarce with imagination, baron with ideas. I've given up trying to
save myself, my attempts have only gotten me here, bound by this jacket and
locked away from humanity. Pumped full of drugs that im finding hard to
resist. Im here now, and willing to take whatever punishment you give me,
though im immune to all attempts. I've survived this, though im not
sure how. Maybe it’s their drugs that keeping me alive, keeping me here to
me can be studied, so throw what ever punishment you like it me, i'll
still be here to tell the story of how you tried and failed to kill what has
already been killed
 
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