Changed for the Worse
Prison helps you fall quicker than rise...
Normalcy becomes chaos
Impassivity becomes rage.
He now dances in the misery of rain
He thrives in the torturous contortions that fuel his agony
Amused by tears now..
As if they are of another world he once knew
He reaches out to touch one and then quickly snaps out of his reverie!
No place for compassion within the midst of a riot
He sleeps soundly in the welcoming arms of calamity
He has stands stoic
He loves the adrenaline rush-ion roulette of self inflicted wounds
Time refined his masochism, anything to feel again
He stands numb
He plots the casualty of kinship
Preferring to dine alone at his table of destruction
His misery prefers no company
Solitary madness, he drinks down tragedy until drunken
He sharpens the teeth of pain
Because its all he knows, because love doesn't live here
To live, he had to adapt..he just got lost even sooner
Deep inside this Sado-masochistic sanctuary
He, like so many more, changed for the worse in prison.