somthing to look at

Darkness all around
i listen but not a sound
i feel as though i’m flying
suddenly i hear children crying
flames shoot up from down below
the sound of the children continues to grow
darkness all around
i listen and hear frightening sounds
ifeel as though i want to cry
chained up in hell and left to die

as i look at the walls of padded white
i notice all objects out of sight
wait what is this a knife to me delight
a knife a knife oh what a sight
my heart races as i scramble to it
i pick it up and think of a large slit
go for the wrist a slow death it will be
though the beauty of blood i will see
or a slit to the neck and quickly i die
then again is this a knife or does my mind lie

these are very simple poems but kinda nice and simple thought you might be interested.