Evidently, I am missing one line.
But aside from that does it feel finished?
Does everything flow?
Thanks in advance :]
The Master's Pill
Young girl sits displaced within white walls,
a haunting itch across pale skin crawls.
To this room she is confined
until they deem her sane of mind.
The room, young lady quickly finds
is clean, sterile, and aligned
No piece of paper out of place;
an organized barren empy space.
No furnishings, but the dreaded chair,
a desk, and a lamp of little flair.
And on each wall she was to find,
Barred windows, locks, and broken blinds
Through the tiny door the receptionist sweeps,
Behind her ear sits the pen she keeps.
"The doctor will see you now," she squeaks with a smile;
then scurries suspiciously her way back down the aisle.
The sound of boots on hollow ground
Echoes within her white compound.
The master she's come to fear draws close
Looking to be able to her soul expose.
Inside her room her master peeks,
A condecending smile across his cheeks.
"Welcome back to your humble adode,
please take a seat, your mind unload."
Young girl's chest begins to thrash,
her heart of coal dissolves to ash.
The horrid silence fills the room,
the third-party role it does assume.
Her master gives a satanic stare,
And at this point she becomes aware.
The self-righteous arrogance, his pointless trials
the mocking movements, the sarcastic smiles.
What right does he have to diagnose?
A false illness he would propose.
"I've come to notice your condition worsen,
a paranoia found in each person
Now I ask for your trust if you will,
I'lll have you take this hollow pill."
Misunderstanding, the girl was confounded,
"I don't need a pill, when I'm so well-rounded."
"Now, stop right there, I don't need a fuss."
The topic, he clearly did not wish to discuss.
And in this moment, she had decided;
her suspicisions had not been misguided.
Yes, in fact, he was spawned from hell.
Disguised in white robe, and gloves as well.
"What world is this where demons roam?
_________."
From his hand she slapped the pill,
and sent it through the windowsill.
Then proceeded on to take his life
In what was their most brutal strife.
Two small hands coiled round his neck
The struggle left the room a wreck.
At last she exited out that tiny door
And quietly adandoned him on the floor.
But aside from that does it feel finished?
Does everything flow?
Thanks in advance :]
The Master's Pill
Young girl sits displaced within white walls,
a haunting itch across pale skin crawls.
To this room she is confined
until they deem her sane of mind.
The room, young lady quickly finds
is clean, sterile, and aligned
No piece of paper out of place;
an organized barren empy space.
No furnishings, but the dreaded chair,
a desk, and a lamp of little flair.
And on each wall she was to find,
Barred windows, locks, and broken blinds
Through the tiny door the receptionist sweeps,
Behind her ear sits the pen she keeps.
"The doctor will see you now," she squeaks with a smile;
then scurries suspiciously her way back down the aisle.
The sound of boots on hollow ground
Echoes within her white compound.
The master she's come to fear draws close
Looking to be able to her soul expose.
Inside her room her master peeks,
A condecending smile across his cheeks.
"Welcome back to your humble adode,
please take a seat, your mind unload."
Young girl's chest begins to thrash,
her heart of coal dissolves to ash.
The horrid silence fills the room,
the third-party role it does assume.
Her master gives a satanic stare,
And at this point she becomes aware.
The self-righteous arrogance, his pointless trials
the mocking movements, the sarcastic smiles.
What right does he have to diagnose?
A false illness he would propose.
"I've come to notice your condition worsen,
a paranoia found in each person
Now I ask for your trust if you will,
I'lll have you take this hollow pill."
Misunderstanding, the girl was confounded,
"I don't need a pill, when I'm so well-rounded."
"Now, stop right there, I don't need a fuss."
The topic, he clearly did not wish to discuss.
And in this moment, she had decided;
her suspicisions had not been misguided.
Yes, in fact, he was spawned from hell.
Disguised in white robe, and gloves as well.
"What world is this where demons roam?
_________."
From his hand she slapped the pill,
and sent it through the windowsill.
Then proceeded on to take his life
In what was their most brutal strife.
Two small hands coiled round his neck
The struggle left the room a wreck.
At last she exited out that tiny door
And quietly adandoned him on the floor.