Will to die

The fog slowly lifts,
as abstinence dilutes  
the poison in your veins.  
The merciless light  
of a flourescent lamp,  
tortures your eyes.  
This is not a prison,  
yet all the windows  
have steel bars.  
It's the place where you,  
caged like an animal  
will be forced to live.  
Escape from the pain and  
the suffering, denied you  
once again.  
Compassion is a travesty  
that is imposed on your will.  
Your will to die.