The first sudden shock to the muscle releases the loudest scream,
From there on out it’s a joy ride within a red beam.
Don’t worry, you’ll get used to the pleas and begs for pardon,
You’ll notice the little things and your heart will harden.
Once the sweat drips on the strings, they’ll play like an orchestra
But don’t lick the cords, you’ll become the first jester.
It’s not an interrogation – just a discussion about hereafter
So hold back their cries, hold back the roaring laughter.
Focus on your duty, don’t snoop around closed gates at night.
If the devil’s entourage walks the halls, get out of sight.
Don’t look them in the eye when they pass by the tinted windows,
Stay in your post and only go where the wind blows.
Sully the words you swore by in the uniform you once cherished.
If we’re honest today, you’ve long been perished.
So go on, let yourself get high on the lingering scent of fear,
Let their screams be the last song you ever hear.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 