Second fan fic ever written! I am so glad that at least one person reviewed me...thank you soo much Kalyppe!!! I hope that this one can be better!
And, as always, I do not own Prisonbreak...and Prisonbreak does not own me.
He reached out for that pen that was empty
Mahone was empty
Feverish chills ran through his body
As his craving grew stronger
He needed those pills
Or else he just might not live to hear another soul slip out of
Another dead man in Sona
Or maybe he needed his ex wife
Or his son
To make it all better
But how would she react if she knew about the drugs?
And would she ever love him again...if she knew?
Or maybe Michael is what he needs
To satisfy the high of a
Chase
A manhunt
A thrill
And now that is over
Because they live together behind rusted bars
There is no chase
Only that longing
Of the pills
And he sits on his knees
Begging
To anyone that can hear words speak or feel the vibrations of sentences utterered
(Please, help me)
But no one wants to hear
To Mahone, he is a person to be feared
To others, he is nothing but an addict.