Death Becomes Me (Freedom)

Stone walls are
Everywhere
Are the grey bricks in perfect
Place
If you could call it
That
Light shines through my minute
Window
To my soul is closed tight in
Fear
That I won’t live to see another
Day
After day after day goes by me, pensiveness takes
Control
They think they have it, but the truth
Sleeps
Fellows do. Lights are dim and unwelcoming to
Me
Running down the halls, blending in, unheeded that
I am
Stalked, soon to be annihilated, but I
Continue
Cries my mind and my body, thus that I
Do
Not dare stop, legs! Don’t you dare cease! I’m on my way
Out
Of my mind, I believe I am, as the starlight pelts
Down
On my knees, kissing the ground; I am
Free
Of mortal life, of this Hell that is Earth, now as I am shot
Dead
That I am. It’s not
Fair
No such thing. To live freely, pro-choice is punishable by
Death
Becomes me, under the starlight, was to be free, bloodily
Murdered
Is my body and soul, for trying to escape Hell, attempting to elude my
Fate
Is meaningless, I think as
Death Becomes Me