The Dragon Sleeps

You stare at me through closed doors
Empty hallows
creeping passage ways
The dragon stands guard
as the weary souls try to escape from the pain.

I look out the barred window
yearning for the taste of freedom
that no one can bestow upon me.
except for me.

The elixir that formulates in my mind
down the echoed halls
the sleeping dragon unaware.
I drink.
I drink until there is none left.
Then I die.

I am free.
My soul whispering in the ears of the scared
It will get better soon
but this was the only way for me.