The walls are white
The floors are too
everything is white
in the minuscule room.
No noise whatsoever
Except the beating of my heart
the blood reaching
the ends of all my extremities.
the voices in my head
Are starting up again
the mindless chatter
in different languages they babble.
some of what they're saying
is beginning to make sense
Something that they're telling me
words just out of compression
Listening to closer
I begin to understand
however could they ask that of me?
I couldn't do that
not ever in a million years.
No I couldn't
not ever.
please don't make me
I don't want to.
I can't..
ohh well.
It's too late.
Because I have.
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