cant really say I felt the topic, but I did the best I could with it. and I forgot to put it in the rules. the topic we agreed on was being trapped in a room. I let you on slowly about what room I'm trapped in. and the story isnt about the room, but the actions that happen in it. and you'll get why the guy in verse is so fucked up oce you realize where he's at. I was lazy so I only did 20 lines, but each means somethin. I just realized I dropped an hour early.

I call this piece "Solitude"as I awake, at first I see no Visual of Luminance when I come to,
no rememberace of the last couple of hours so I make do,
So I sit on the bed provided silently awaitin my fate,
or so it would seem, for I was really contemplatin my escape,
cause I want out, back to the real world, all I get here is mind games,
So I'll make myself heard til my lungs collapse, or til my voice loops in ya mind frame,
Screamin, "lil pigs, lil pigs, LET ME THE FUCK OUT"
surrounded by nothin but white, "GET ME THE FUCK OUTTA HERE NOW"
I throw my lunch tray at the door, "I'LL SEE EVERY LAST ONE OF U IN HELL"
"THEN YOU'LL BE IN MY WORLD, SO IF YOU WANNA SURVIVE, LET ME THE FUCK OUTTA THIS CELL"
Then I flip out, the word bizerk doesnt begin to descibe my feeling,
and I'm in a happy mood today, catchin me in a bad mood isnt as apealing,
and in an instance, my emotion changes so fast, I can hardly speak,
I take a look around at my surroundings and suddenly I began to weep,
my sad eyes water up for a moment, then once again I start bitchin,
this has nothin to do wit a conscience, this is an example of brain cells contradictin,
these people have had about enough, 3 of them rush my cell, and it takes 2 to hold me down,
while the third injects me with a toxin, which is no doubt being used to slow me down,
as I again enter the stage that will erase these last hours, myrage starts to fall,
So end aother day of life trapped inside the padding of four white walls...
~Normally put my name here but that would defeat the purpose the new System~