Once again,
I have to put poison in
Just to stay alive today.
Should you ask me
It’s quite the tragedy
And waste of breath,
The shout of life
To have to live
One’s Life this way,
Condemned to silent sleep
Day and Night and
Every Other Day,
Especially since I was
Given no choice,
And stripped of my voice
While you gamed
My once-rejoicing
Spirit-Soul-and Light
Away.