All I see day after day are these same white walls,
Or I escape from that room for a mere moment,
Then I get to run down the same halls,
Before being caught, dragged back, and served punishment.
I get to sit here, feeding my memories fade, while my mind runs wild and fragments.
When will the price for my one mistake finally be paid?
Maybe when my mind finally crumbles and collapses into its final madness-filled descent.