As Treatment Drags On

As treatment drags on. This confinement we do not find fond. Alive I shall be, as I live in this prison. They will release me soon, after the evil in me has risen. There is no one that will take me back. I shall allow the pain to swell, and for my nightmares to attack. I shall soon be freed into the forest. I shall find new scars each time I rest. I am waiting in the wild, but please don’t assume… That I wish to go back to my old tomb.