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Hard Times Through Prison Bars


David Pillatos



Smashwords Edition


Copyright 2011 David Pillatos


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Suicide


Suicide would be such bliss,

A slight sting of the razor

As it cuts through the skin of my wrist.

I’m getting tired now as blood drips to the floor,

Will suicide find me the peace that I long for?


Or will I go to a burning hell

Where I’d be beat by demons – with cat-o’ 9 tails,

A perpetual punishment for my evil unveiled

No sign of peace after so many years in jail.


I struggle and strive

I try to survive

But this evil, it haunts me

It screws with my mind.


All that I want is peace

But there’s none to be found

So I scream;

But the pain drowns it out.


Please help me!

I hate who I am

A killer, a sinner,

A beast of the ground.


God help me!

Smother this flame

Extinguish the beating of my heart

Remove all thought from my brain.



Pointless


Another day drags by

Monotonous and dull

Life becomes more pointless

By comparison death seems colorful.


Why live in isolation?

Staring at concrete walls

Glimpsing freedom through razor wire

Cut off from the world.


Death would be much better,

Then all would be explained

Even burning in hell

Is preferable to slow decay.



Damnation


God please strike me down

Kill me and give me peace!

Release me from suffering

Or make me a beast.


You’ve taken all I have loved

And promised what I don’t believe

You’ve dangled love in front of me,

But have put it out of reach.


A cruel master you are,

Making your servant beg for death,

Appointing me paths of misery

And calling it a test.


Just assure me of nothingness

And I’ll slit my own wrists,

Bleed out into oblivion…

But you won’t give even this.



Kill Yourself


There’s an empty noose below my door

Calling for company;

The only thing in my cell that offers to comfort me.


Kill yourself…


I made it with tender attention

And caressed it like I would a woman

Nine knots for every year that I’ve felt worthless.


Kill yourself…


Hanging there like a limp halo

Angelic in its own way,

Beckoning me toward peace,

No more pain or rainy days.


Kill yourself…


“Kill yourself” it calls to me

Yet it whispers oh so seductively

Promising what I desire

No more torment, no more emotional pyres.


Kill yourself…


Yet like all things that seem so right

I believe that she’s a liar

For once I put my neck into her hands

I think I’ll see eternal fire.


Kill yourself…


At least it would be warm there

These cells are awfully cold

Maybe I will put my neck in her grasp…

But could I be that bold?


Kill yourself…



Misery Loves Company


Misery loves company,

So she decided to marry me

To live inside my head

And beat me till I’m dead.


She makes me beg for death

By killing all I love,

Then rubs salt into my wounds

And tells me that I’m scum.


I’d like to strangle her

But she’s locked inside my mind

So the only way to kill her

Is by taking my own life.



Merciless


Out late at night

Preying on the weak

Like wolves upon a lamb

Who care not for the meek.


No compassion within,

Love tainted by life’s twists

Ruthless to the centre

Anger as my gift.


And now I try to change

But the hate is still so strong

And what life has to offer

Leaves little incentive to hang on.


Pride, rage and mental sickness

Fight honor, love and mental rightness

And I don’t know which will win.



Some Help Please?


God!

I pray to you daily

I beg for your help

Yet my pain is increasing

No condolence is felt.

I ask to be better

For my faith to increase

And I beg for forgiveness

Or at least mental peace.

Yet I still want to cry

The hate burns deep inside

And suicide sounds so sweet

Can I please get some help?

Is this part of your plan?

Do you want me to feel like a beast?

Will you ease from my mind,

A small piece of my life

Or just please! Please!

Kill me!!!



Despised By Fate


Immured by hate

And despised by fate

I’m all alone in this Hell.


Slandered by men,

No woman’s my friend

And suicide I’m denied as well.


The scars on my arms bear witness

To the fact I’m acquainted with pain

And the welts on my soul are as hideous

As the lashes cover my brain.


Mentally tormented I am

Ingenious, yet fairly insane

Longing for heat in the cold world

Or death as the end of this game.


Mad House


Prison in a mad house,

Or a house that makes men mad?

Unless you have the state of mind

Where “Nothing is that bad”.


But what kind of person

Thinks that prison is okay?

Ripped from freedom and family

Then caged and locked away.


Denied love because of concrete,

A woman’s touch because of steel,

And a walk along the beach

By the walls that hold us here.


So does prison make us mad?

Or were we already insane?

Doing things we knew would get us here,

A set back in life’s game?


Yeah, I’m insane.



Ocean of Hate


My hate is like a ocean,

Vast.

That rolls gently forward,

Then is pulled back.


Also like the ocean I can’t see the depth of it.


So deep and heavy nothing can live in it.


The ocean I usually mellow,

Water’s gently lapping a the beach

Then an unexpected tidal wave come and smashes everything.


Pulling back more trash

To pollute further its great mass

And then the ocean slumbers

Gently rolling in my chest.

Burden of Proof


What will a person do

For someone they love?

Someone they cherish

And hold as a gift from above?


Will they sacrifice morals?

Surrender their pride?

Accept malicious slander?

Forfeit their life?


And if they won’t

Can they say their love is the truth?

That their love has no limit

And their word is the burden of proof.


In that case,

What is love but a word?

Tossed about as freely

As gifts of no worth.



Confusion


Confusion Hurts,

More than the blows that rained down

Bloodying my face;

More than being slapped around.

More than rape,

Not knowing why

My blood dripped to the floor

Or my sister screamed and cried

Not knowing why

No-one was there.

Confusion hurts

Because I didn’t know why,

Why I deserved

To be cursed with this life.

I suppose knowledge also hurts

But it does more to alleviate pain

Because now I know why,

I’m locked in this case…

I’m evil.

Caged


Sitting in a cage,

A victim of my rage

With no treatment from the system

That’s meant to help us change.


And the guards they think its funny

When I’m held down by their chains

Laughing at my frustration

Mocking my tears of rage.


Laughing at my bad decisions,

Judging me by my crime,

Thinking that its funny

I’m doing so much time.


So I act like a beast

I justify their lies

And the more they laugh at me

The more I want to die.



Pernicious


Pernicious hate

Sequestrated by pernicious fate

Then locked inside of me

To rape my spirit and my mind disease.


Then I’m told to overcome

To ride the torrential waves of rage

Without getting wet.

To keep my pain in check

To move on.


It’ll Be Better


Every night I go to sleep

I vow to wake up and be better,

But when I wake to a new day of shit and misery

Its only the hate I can remember.


No love in these cold cells

Only anguish and pain

Constantly praying for God to alleviate it

But my desire to die is the same.


I’ve lost my son, life and sanity,

One more blow to my cracked soul and I may lose my humanity.

My bed sheet whispers it will bring peace,

But I’m damned scared of Hell’s fire since I’m weak.


I’m denied everything I desire

Yet people still say “It’ll get better”,

But when I’m chained naked to the ground

Not one raises a hand to loosen my fetters.


The only time it will be better

Is when this world comes to an end

Or when I find the courage

And slit my wrist again.

…then maybe it’ll be better.



Untitled


My whole life has been filled with pain,

Rage and hate emotions I can’t explain

Child molestation, physical abuse and torment unnamed

And through my suffering I’ve remained sane.


I’ve though of suicide many times

Pondering the imperfections of life

And the seeming necessity of strife

It sometimes seems without anguish something’s not right.

Yet I’m forbidden to take my own life.


But do I really want to die?

At times hope is all I have to keep me alive

A subconscious whisper that it will be fine…

Its anathema to my cynicism,

The armor surrounding my heart,

Hope is that one ray in the dark.


That hope is mostly my family

The people who don’t lie when they say they’ll stand by me.

I’m Alone


I’m all alone

And I want to die

But I’m scared of Hell

So I keep on fighting.


My girl left me

Cause she says I’m mean

Ignoring the fact

That that’s the life I lead.


I’m all alone

Except my inner demons

And all they do is beat me

So I’m inward screaming.


Where is the peace God?

Are my tears meaningless?

Can you give me some comfort

Or is torment your gift?


I’m all alone

Even with my friends and family

Cause I’m locked up in prison

The concrete surrounding me.


Even in here I’m along

Because other prisoners don’t like me

Since I hate all their politics

And morally bankrupt society.


I’m all alone

Or so it usually seems

But I know God is there

And that He loves me.


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