Strange faces and strange places, I see all, Through that artistic wonder of optics bored into my face I perceive, Foe and friend alike, family and charity, every aberration in facial form I see, White coats and green; sharp objects and blunt, venting their bitterness on me, I hate the pain but no franchise have I; I am locked in. Perversity, perversity! I feel the ignominy, Illicit handling of my intimacy, laws of personality flawed, Strange women, strange men, up in my bowels a finger goes, I think, so I AM? I think not, I am a crucible of biochemical reactions but I AM not; I am locked in. Useless breathing, tasteless feeding, Delicatessens at my side, simulate a goat and meat scene, Euthanasia, the illegal Panacea to all my cruciation, Oh for an iota of death! That I may present my resignation to almighty, Lengthening days and annoying seconds, a magnanimous sentence for my past offences; I am locked in. Let death come quickly, hasten its wheels, let me breathe my last, Call the hounds of hell; bring their blood thirsty mouths closer, Huge dark devils, bitter white Satan; come for your price, Let loose the axe of justice and ruin the celebration of my tormentor, Lamentations of my past sins grip me, but a confession I can’t make so I’m condemned; I am locked in.