The drive was long
longer than ever before
or at least it seemed that way.
I almost couldn't take anymore.
We arived at the building
crumbling bricks and aging paint
or at least it seemed that way.
I hadn't eaten and now felt faint.
Once inside, we sat down
The papers to read long and annoying.
Or at least it seemed that way.
I skimmed through and began signing.
I fought back tears as they called my name
The councillor was young and thin
or at least she seemed that way.
bright and happy the room I went in.
We talked for some time
then to another busy waiting room.
Or at least it seemed that way.
I sat down with the girls in gloom.
....8 different girls
16 souls
8 pairs of eyes
dripping tears
only 8 souls left that day...
My name called again
I lied on a stiff bed.
Or at least it seemed that way.
The screen showed a tiny body and head.
I went to the last room
my head heavy with thoughts.
Or at least it felt that way.
More tears I then fought.
This room was filled with hate
as the doctor came, I hated him too
or at least I thought that way.
The procedure he then went through.
I went to the recovery room
I was empty and alone
Or at least I felt that way.
my heart made of stone.
I hated that day
I hate what I did
I hate what I've become
I hate what that soul could have become.
I hate that I broke the tenth commandment
I hate that place I was in
I hate this feeling
I hated killing my second soul
