Active, then immobility

I am myself

Against their laws of morality

Inturned

I turn towards the eastern block

Create a new mental space

Carve out an area which is undefined

Begins to work

Then wheels turn

Juliette invades my dreams

Nature is benign

Darkness is sweeter than earths red wine

In my white cell

Nothing is right

Imprisoned, I make my own world suffer

For sensory deprivation increased my will

Their cruelty is ironic

For my pain is freedom against their will

I put pen to paper for my cause

Glorify my perversest thoughts

Four walls enclosed

I am alone to dwell on the darkest thoughs of man

Even though I could not exist I tried

120 days lost

And then complete

I ask for a non-religious funeral

But I am inturned in holy ground

Locked in endlessness in my white cell

As a person lost of sense and of will