Solitary Confinement



In a room where the light does not reach

a subterranean cell built just for you.

Your own personal heaven.

Your own personal hell.


Where the mind is laid to rest.

Festering in its own putrid waste.

Unhindered by social constructs or civilized barriers.


Where the unimaginable exists,

  exists with a ferocity.

Where logic dies,

  and man becomes beast

Where the meek and innocent dare not venture,

  for it is nothing but pain


A subterranean cell built just for you

where no one else can see.

Your own personal hell.

Your own personal heaven.

unsanity unsanity
18-21, M
1 Response Mar 14, 2010

Why thank ya'... I try.