Forty Five Days In Hell

(note Methadone is a legal synthetic opiate commonly used to treat heroin addiction only problem is like in my case you become heavily addicted to the Methadone)    
   
   
Seeing demons, hearing angels                      
pacing like a caged lion                      
feeling the power in the house escalating                      
the energy in me combustible                      
like I could explode any minute                      
                     
taking double doses of my 140 milligram methadone                      
not slowing me down a bit running around like a woman possessed                      
the television and radio sending out coded messages                      
hell on Earth if there was a portal I had entered it                      
                     
setting shit on fire, inking out a spider web in my bible                      
with the letters JYM in the center of a page picked at random                      
Isaiah chapter 13 verse 12 inked over                      
told JYM meant Jesus your master                      
                     
scaring the shit out of my family members                      
finally sheriffs showed up in numbers                      
cuffing me dragging me off in chains                      
delivered to the hospital where I was cuffed to the bed                      
iv dripping in my veins I started hearing this bizarre language                      
my demons struggling within me not liking being restrained                      
                     
pulling at the cuffs cutting my wrists                      
at some point I lost consciousness                      
I awoke at the mental ward                      
they talked with me all they could get from me                      
was that I was a German soldier and my rank                      
they refused to give me my methadone while I was there                      
                     
convinced my doctor was Hitler                      
I was pissed pacing the perimeters of the ward                      
everyone stayed away from me                      
even the most intimidating men                      
were afraid of me and would shout "keep her away from me"                      
as I paced in my prison                      
                     
the smell of sulfur clinging to me                      
Lucifer adding insult to injury                      
kicked down to the lowest rank in the hierarchy                      
stripped of my family and freedom                      
and my beloved drug of choice methadone                      
                     
I lost weeks of memory while I was there                      
locked in the padded room strapped to a bed                      
not even knowing my infraction                      
my demons were walking and talking for me                      
casting black magic the computer techs                      
slamming their doors pinning me with their glare                      
technology not working for them while I was around                      
                     
bruises up and down my arms                      
from fighting with the guards                      
not remembering doing it just awaking                      
to find myself all marked up                      
I wouldn't eat while I was there                      
the only thing I would look forward to was smoke time                      
if I was tense the whole unit felt it                      
dark energy just poured off me in waves                      
                     
The guards would start their shift                      
and look at me and say "I don't want no trouble from you"                      
then give everyone an extra smoke break                      
hoping this would help me stay in line                      
                     
It was forty five days of hell waking up                      
smothered by the disinfectant on my plastic bed, kicking methadone                  
at least I can say I'm free from that soul shackling  drug                      
 
                     
                     
Isaiah 13:12- KJV The Bible                      
                     
How art thou fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning!                      
how are thou cut down to the ground, which didst weaken the nations