Escape Of The Madmen Poem by angelica dela cruz

Asylum revelations
have bounced off
these white, white walls.
Laughter ringing in my head.
Again and again
and again.
Randomly, the clock hands
choose the next
penitent for the
new acceptance test
into death penalty class.
Tick, tock, tick tock.
Comes in quickly.
Hurry now.
Don't let them catch
you too.
Time is running,
running.
Running fast.
Like quicksand in a pit.
Now they'll catch you soon,
and lock you in these
white, white walls,
and bid you
goodnight
with a syringe kiss.