Salute the Prison Manger

Purged, the thought of my escape,
It comes out of my mouth in vicious gasps.
I need a way to see the outside,
The light of land, but now it's rasps

To see the purpled flowers' light,
Would be a thousand smiles.
I can't remember having water on my face,
Or wind in my hair, a thousand miles

Silently, i carve a crack,
Awaiting the men who will rescue me.
Awaiting rescue from my cell,
A prison,that i must stay you'll see

But not again, hope is lost,
For here now I'm alone,
A gasp for breath in my tiny crevice,
It's scratched within my broken bone

Bloodied men walk by my door,
And I know i'm here to stay forever,
Rhythms beat inside my head,
Pure thoughts, now i sever.

Blood beats down my compressed spine,
As i seat myself down tight.Where's the rescue,
after forty-five years,
I loved my wife, before that night.

I weep silently in remembrence of that day,
The day i lost control.
I remember the brutalized, blackened face,
It's printed upon my soul.

The day my wife, she cheated then,
She hurt my tattered remnant.
I killed her so, she'll die forever,
A hanging, for a rembrant.

I took a picture, then mangled her,
Then took a picture again,
The police came, and handcuffed me,
Now, harder then it's been.

The man with which my wife intercoursed,
Was spread beneath a tree.
Fertalizing the ground with his torn ligaments,
That's what he was meant to be.

Seduction rages, through my spine,
Masturbation once a night.
I wish for me, a broken woman,
One that will not fight.

My sickened sense of self relieve,
Is made worse by daily orgasm.
A spasm of sickened discourse,
As i think of the woman i loved.

Now i stand, in eighty cubic feet,
It seems so much, when not working numbers.
I stand, not lay, for i am stuck.
By Spine has sunk, into a wall.

For what seems eternity inside a crevice.
In forty-five i've seen one man.
A man who ladels a drop of soup into my mouth.
I work against my chains to strangle the pathetic life out of him.
But. I learn that no one who is free is pathetic.
He stands just out of reach, with his ladel.
He spoons my drops upon the floor.
Silently i rage.
My Petafile mind works toward a solution.
From my problems i will escape,
I'll take him down, and break his neck.
Ill take his spine out from his back,
Ill tear his legs into scrap meat.
And feed it to the guard dogs that bark when we meet.

Then.

Through the night i'll vanish to slight,
I'll be a nothing in a nothing world.
I'll be death near life.
And those who anger me will drop.

drop.

I come to, and rage some more,
These bars are steel, I remember that whore.
To break them is an impossibility,
And i'll never, ever escape.