Diary…

Day 1, I have arrived at this strange place,
Scratched the surface if you will, sorry,
I’m not used to keeping my thoughts,
But I feel that it’s my duty in these times,
There are no people , it’s empty here,
Just a white room with a window,
A curtained window looking to the sea,
An endless, beautiful blue sea, I’m tired.
Day 2, I almost didn’t write today,
That would’ve been bad for my duty,
I spent most of the day looking out,
That sea is still beautiful, so is the curtain,
I could look at it all day, I think I will,
I wonder how I got here, but then I look out,
There will be times to worry, but now is not.
Day 7, the first week is over, I’m bored.
Every now and then I’ll see a wave, grand,
I’m starting to become more self aware,
Why am I here? What did I do? How?
These questions won’t be answered by me.
Ugh, I’m starving. A meal of bread and water,
That’s what’s given to me consistently.
I think this is some sort of prison, but,
It’s too nice to be something so horrible.
Day 10, I heard a scream from outside.
It sounded like someone drowning. Oh God!
I can’t believe people die while I sit here,
Unable to do anything or so I think. Oh well.
These things happen, I just need not think.
Day 14, Two weeks. More drowning deaths.
They constantly scream for help, for someone.
I scream back, but not for their assistance.
I scream to perserve what is left of my sanity.
Something is happening, I hear them scream,
All day, all night, in my dreams, wide awake.
Someone please wake me from this nightmare.
Day 19, Another drowning victim, but this time,
This time he found his way to the shore. Thank God!
I couldn’t bear to see another one die. What?
Oh no! It seems I spoke too quickly. Alas,
The poor man died as he made it to the beach.
Must have been some kind of heart attack.
I cannot take this anymore, all this death,
Constantly I’m presented with it, with no means,
No means at all to obtain it myself. Only sleep.
Sleep. Yes, sleep shall be my escape.
Day 21, sleep was my escape, but it escapes me
I can’t sleep, I can only scream and hear screams,
The bread is stale and the water has become stagnant,
I will not eat nor drink this garbage,
That may be it, starve myself and the fatigue will set,
Allowing me that oh so heavenly sleep I’ve desired.
Day 24, because of my refusal to eat, they come,
Men in white coats, similar to executioner’s  robes,
They have bread and water, the same nasty provisions,
Let’s force feed our puppet. “No!” I scream.
I want death. They tell me relax, that death will,
Be along when the time is right for me.
They’re keeping me alive for something. I’m a rat.
A rat for their sick little experiment on me.
After choking on fake foods, I am returned.
Release will not be easily accomplished.
Day 29, one of the guards foolishly left a fork.
Right there with my food tray. I’ll show them.
Death will come for me. It shall be mine!
They’ve realized their mistake, they see me.
I will not let them take away what I desire.
Hello sweet dea–
Day 1, I’ve restarted my count. I lost track.
The guards struck me and I have been unconcious.
Release will never come to me, I shall be tormented,
The screams of the drowning victims, and my own screams,
Forever. Forever. Forever! Forever! Wait! The curtain…
A hanging death, not the most pleasant, but it fulfills my need…
Unknown day, My neck hurts, and I don’t know,
Anything. Where I am or what happened.
The sick thing is that I’m alive. My attempt has failed.
There’s a sick smell in the air, like fresh fish.
I’m on a raft, that’s falling apart. I am going to die.
I’ve been released from the torment of that room,
And now I’m being given the sweet death I’ve longed for.
In the distance I can see the room to which I was confined.
There’s someone inside screaming!

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