Sometimes our minds are the worst prison. |
Sometimes I Remember By: P. Christopher Sometimes when I lie alone in my cell After the medicine has made me sedate. When I relax in this jacket that fits me so well It is then I begin to meditate. Sometimes when I'm feeling sublime And the world's restraints begin to lift My mind wanders back to a simpler time And my thoughts begin to drift. Sometimes I remember how it used to be. How it was in days gone past. I remember a girl, lovely was she. Before that last die was cast. I remember the love and romance Hand in hand through the years we strolled. Then I get to the last dance. About this time my memories grow cold. Because sometimes I remember how I felt. The rage, the hate, the malice. I remember the punishment I dealt. I remember killing Alice. I remember how she gasped and cried. I remember how I left her. I remember how it was she died. I remember how I killed her. My hands around her throat. Oh! How hard I squeezed! Even now I hear her choke. I crushed her larynx with ease. She was on her way, I was sure. Watching the light leave her eye. Then she was dead-I had killed her. But for the life of me I can't remember why. |