mementomori: A reminder of death or morality Sentenced to Death Up In the mountain of *memento mori Staring down at the sea In its stillness, its emptiness. Every creature perching, staying, waiting. Waiting for the creature to sound its plea. A plea for memento mori to set it free. Free from its cage of depression, of sorrow, of torture of guilt. To shed its blood of insanity, to shred its voice of the profanities echoing in its heart. Destroying its dreams it has worked to embark, but failed. Because it can’t comprehend why it killed the girl in its hands. Dieing to be free. To be the soul it was meant to be. For life to be given to this sapless being. And in being free In the institution that let minds be. Strapped down securely by these bands, water trickling down its chin and, electricity pushing through its hands. The volts flowing like water Easily and smoothly. Filling its body with pain at haste. A mask covering the guilt in its face. It imagined its hands around her throat. Clutching the neck of the girl on the boat Its only daughter it left her to float After it killed her, it slit her throat. This monster! They shouted, as it sat there in pain. Clutching the chair, holding itself to blame. Great expectations it had for the girl. Before she had cancer that made its heart curl. its life it could not endure as long as this disease purloined its heart. it could not see her future torn apart. In its mind he had no choice but to end her misery, that it thought she felt. But what it thought now was that its brain could melt. it would be with its daughter now because of its disease. The one in its mind that wouldn’t let it be.