Friday, June 10, 2011

100 times

It is coming
One final flood
A deluge of pain
And sorrow
The flood of crimson
A pool of blood
I wrote my name upon the wall
100 times
In blood
My blood
No one else is near
They left me here
In this place
Ignored but once a day
When food is placed
Under the door
They say I am crazed
But I am waiting
And they know it
For the final time
They can harm me
And then
I will make them pay
For I know the truth
And the flood is coming
The flood
The flood