Execution of my mind

Where is the door, Where are the windows?
They might be behind these white paddings
What am I wearing all bound in straps? it feels tight
There’s something I know that isn’t right
I’m on death row, serving life imprisoned in my head
The only crime committed is just trying to stay alive
I am so tired from these long nights staying awake
I feel the needle pierce my skin, as my eyes shut
Open for a peek and try to make out the faces of my captors,
But my vision has become blurred as the toxin ensues
The voices get deeper, I hear them calling my name
A sudden chill from my fingertips creeps up my arm
Raising my hair on end, like a violent winter storm
The hands on the clock read twelve o’clock sharp
Any minute now they say, it will soon be all over
Sensation is lost, my body is paralyzed, frozen in state
The lungs begin to contract, collapsing with a final exhale
A white light is all I can see looking into the surgical lamp
But there are no horns, no angels to carry out my soul
Memories breech the confides of my inner walls
Surrounding images of my youth and better times

Then plain blackness.

The condemned has been laid to rest
No other solution left for the mentally unstable
He had tried so many times before, they just finished the job
The doctors observed for years, and offered no antidote
until he left the world under the escape of involuntary euthanasia