Nichole Coffey

TORTURE

My life
now ruined
my death
is near
my head
is spinning
from all my fear
boil the body
remove the flesh
stabbing the brain
and beating the chest

NSANE

not much to lose
nothing to gain
to the world in my shoes
to feel my pain
to see the world, confused
my tortures inane
I have been abused
now I'm INSANE

DEATH BY THE ELECTRIC CHAIR

Suffer the way I did
Die inside, shape so morbid
this pain has accelerated
this body you have perpetuated
to live on,
Would cause to much pain
How dangeroous it was to be insane

NOT MYSELF

these personalities,
taking control.
controlling motions,
I used to know.
to think of peace,its no longer there
to think of violence as I ripout my hair
this demon calling, wanting to die,
yelling, "pick up the blade, end your life."

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