THE END
I awoke.
I did not know how long I slept,
But one thing awaken me.
I smelt two things:
Death
And
Blood.
I looked around.
I saw that my door was ajar.
I walked over and walked out of my room.
And then I saw it all.
Everyone,
Branded with three sixes each.
I screamed,
I ran around the place,
Looking for something,
Or someone.
Almost slipping on the ground,
Everywhere soaked in blood.
I found no one.
Nothing.
Except the dead bodies,
The blood on the ground,
And the blood on my hands.
I wondered if I done this?
Did I kill all of these people?
I know I didn’t.
But how can I be sure?
I started walking around,
Looking for answers.
I found one,
But not one I wanted.
I found a noose.
Hanging from the ceiling.
I screamed,
“I can not take this anymore!”
The dreams,
The visions,
The ghost,
The deaths,
My insanity,
I just can not!
I found the exit.
I ran and opened the door,
To find the Ghost there.
Three years,
Three months,
Three days later,
They appear.
Arrived.
Made them be known to me.
But they were not translucent.
They looked,
Like real humans.
They ran and grabbed me,
Forcing me inside.
They carried me to the rope,
Tied it around my neck,
And then dropped me.
I heard this terrible crack,
I struggled,
Then my eyes closed and I entered the world of the dead.
I could not feel anymore.
I had no senses,
No more thoughts.
A sense of freedom.
Now, I am dead.
I am one of the ghosts.
I look at my body dangling their,
Like a wind chime on a windy day.
Then I see it,
Swinging back and forth,
Back and forth,
Back and forth,
Back and forth,
Forever.
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Insanity: The Final Dream
THE FINAL DREAM
Then it happened:
The final night.
Nothing unusual happened that day.
Same mad clockwork.
So, when I went to sleep,
I did not expect anything.
Oh, how was wrong,
When my dream took place.
I was in a gray room,
Alone with a gun in my hand.
On the other side of the room.
Bore three crosses on the ground.
After a moment,
The crosses came to life,
Taking a physical form,
Erecting in full posture,
When a bright light hit them.
On the crosses,
I see the three figures from my dreams,
Each one nailed to one of the crosses.
And there was no blood,
From the nail wounds,
Nothing spilt.
I felt no pain.
They felt no pain.
Then I heard a voice,
One that frightened me.
Sounded like a demon from Hell.
The voice told me to kill one of them.
Or my self.
It did not matter to him.
All their faces were expressionless.
Nothing could be scene.
I cocked the gun.
And shot myself on the cross.
A giant black pool of darkness erupted from the ground,
And swallowed the cross.
The voice spoke again.
He said to kill another one.
Or myself,
If I chose.
I killed the one who started this.
I relocked the gun,
And shot the pretty girl in white.
When I shot
My eyes were closed.
When I opened them,
A beam of light swallowed her cross.
Only one remained:
The one with the dead girl.
I breathed hard for a few seconds.
Then, everything turned black.
Black as midnight.
Black as pitch.
Black as the sound of the midnight pitch.
She turned her head and looked at me.
Fire was in her eye sockets.
Her lips did not move,
But she spoke.
She said that I should have taken her warning,
The one about denying everything I have been told.
I should have denied her.
Then,
She created a foul screech.
The wall started to crumble,
The earth started to shatter,
Then she and the cross became one.
A fowl of pure horror was in it’s place.
The bird was covered with blood.
Then it swoop and came down towards me.
Images of the dreams came flying into my head,
Each one making more sense then the last.
I failed.
I did not realize it sooner.
My death is coming.
I screamed,
Then,
I was passed out.
Then it happened:
The final night.
Nothing unusual happened that day.
Same mad clockwork.
So, when I went to sleep,
I did not expect anything.
Oh, how was wrong,
When my dream took place.
I was in a gray room,
Alone with a gun in my hand.
On the other side of the room.
Bore three crosses on the ground.
After a moment,
The crosses came to life,
Taking a physical form,
Erecting in full posture,
When a bright light hit them.
On the crosses,
I see the three figures from my dreams,
Each one nailed to one of the crosses.
And there was no blood,
From the nail wounds,
Nothing spilt.
I felt no pain.
They felt no pain.
Then I heard a voice,
One that frightened me.
Sounded like a demon from Hell.
The voice told me to kill one of them.
Or my self.
It did not matter to him.
All their faces were expressionless.
Nothing could be scene.
I cocked the gun.
And shot myself on the cross.
A giant black pool of darkness erupted from the ground,
And swallowed the cross.
The voice spoke again.
He said to kill another one.
Or myself,
If I chose.
I killed the one who started this.
I relocked the gun,
And shot the pretty girl in white.
When I shot
My eyes were closed.
When I opened them,
A beam of light swallowed her cross.
Only one remained:
The one with the dead girl.
I breathed hard for a few seconds.
Then, everything turned black.
Black as midnight.
Black as pitch.
Black as the sound of the midnight pitch.
She turned her head and looked at me.
Fire was in her eye sockets.
Her lips did not move,
But she spoke.
She said that I should have taken her warning,
The one about denying everything I have been told.
I should have denied her.
Then,
She created a foul screech.
The wall started to crumble,
The earth started to shatter,
Then she and the cross became one.
A fowl of pure horror was in it’s place.
The bird was covered with blood.
Then it swoop and came down towards me.
Images of the dreams came flying into my head,
Each one making more sense then the last.
I failed.
I did not realize it sooner.
My death is coming.
I screamed,
Then,
I was passed out.
Insanity: A Mad Discovery About Time
A MAD DISCOVERY ABOUT TIME
I sit alone,
And watch the days.
My only friend,
In this place,
My greatest fears,
When lights go out,
And my dreams appear.
Now in a cannon,
Nonstop.
Sometimes three in one night.
Three times the terror.
After many weeks,
I think it has been,
I finally see a calendar,
For the first time sense I have been here.
Three years now.
Sense I have arrived.
Why three years?
Why the dreams?
Is this some sick idea,
Of one’s joke?
Or is this real?
I think about it.
Everything in this place is three.
Then I notice something.
Something I have not noticed in a long time.
I hear silence.
Were did the ghost’s go?
Who hushed them?
Who silenced them?
I start to panic,
While sitting in a room,
With a different therapist.
He says that I am seeing things.
More proof of my insanity.
They should go away.
I listen to him.
And I wonder when.
I sit alone,
And watch the days.
My only friend,
In this place,
My greatest fears,
When lights go out,
And my dreams appear.
Now in a cannon,
Nonstop.
Sometimes three in one night.
Three times the terror.
After many weeks,
I think it has been,
I finally see a calendar,
For the first time sense I have been here.
Three years now.
Sense I have arrived.
Why three years?
Why the dreams?
Is this some sick idea,
Of one’s joke?
Or is this real?
I think about it.
Everything in this place is three.
Then I notice something.
Something I have not noticed in a long time.
I hear silence.
Were did the ghost’s go?
Who hushed them?
Who silenced them?
I start to panic,
While sitting in a room,
With a different therapist.
He says that I am seeing things.
More proof of my insanity.
They should go away.
I listen to him.
And I wonder when.
Monday, October 18, 2010
Insanity: The Doctor
THE DOCTOR
Out of options,
Fed up with this mind boggler,
A therapist I speak to.
A few days later,
In his office I am in.
He sits in a leather chair,
Glasses,
Smoking a pipe,
With a smoking jacket and a glass of Brandy.
He asks me why I am here,
In his office he means.
I tell him if my dreams,
The visions I have seen.
I tell in great detail.
The scribbling of words,
On paper is the only sound.
He asks me why I am here,
In the asylum he means.
I tell him that people say I am mad,
The master of insanity.
A chuckle,
Another one.
Another one,
He produces.
Why laugh?
Nothing is funny.
Nothing to laugh at.
He takes a sip of Brandy,
An inhale of tobacco,
A wave of his hand,
And I am out of his office.
I still hear him laugh like a mad man.
Out of options,
Fed up with this mind boggler,
A therapist I speak to.
A few days later,
In his office I am in.
He sits in a leather chair,
Glasses,
Smoking a pipe,
With a smoking jacket and a glass of Brandy.
He asks me why I am here,
In his office he means.
I tell him if my dreams,
The visions I have seen.
I tell in great detail.
The scribbling of words,
On paper is the only sound.
He asks me why I am here,
In the asylum he means.
I tell him that people say I am mad,
The master of insanity.
A chuckle,
Another one.
Another one,
He produces.
Why laugh?
Nothing is funny.
Nothing to laugh at.
He takes a sip of Brandy,
An inhale of tobacco,
A wave of his hand,
And I am out of his office.
I still hear him laugh like a mad man.
Insanity: Understanding the Meaning.
UINDERSTANDING THE MEANING
I talk to my real self.
Some call it a sign,
Of my insanity.
I call it thinking out loud.
I have something to do,
Disregard all I know,
Believe everything I know.
Two contradict.
One does not belong.
Two girls.
One pretty.
One dead.
Myself.
Same principals.
Then the numbers
6
6
6
What could they mean?
In relation to the riddle,
The girls,
And myself?
I talk to my real self.
Some call it a sign,
Of my insanity.
I call it thinking out loud.
I have something to do,
Disregard all I know,
Believe everything I know.
Two contradict.
One does not belong.
Two girls.
One pretty.
One dead.
Myself.
Same principals.
Then the numbers
6
6
6
What could they mean?
In relation to the riddle,
The girls,
And myself?
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Insanity: The Third Dream
THE THIRD DREAM
I close my eyes,
Searching my mind,
For whatever answers I can find.
None seem to form.
I think about closing the door.
And lately,
I think of it more.
And I am loosing my mind!
More so then ever.
I fall asleep.
Another dream I have.
This one shocks me.
For I saw myself,
And two threes in the air.
I look around.
None of this makes sense to me.
I talk to myself.
But when he turned his head,
Eyes of darkness,
Eyes of fire
Is what I see.
His mouth opens,
He utters something.
I do not understand it.
A different tongue.
I ask myself what it means.
Then I see the threes.
They glow in a color I have never seen.
They then turn into sixes.
I start thinking:
The red six on the cloth,
Theses two sixes.
Six-six-six.
The devil’s code.
But why me?
What did my clone say?
In my dreams,
My head starts to hurt.
I fall to my knees,
Screaming
Then I am sucked out.
I lay in sweat.
In my bed.
One thing on my mind:
The translation of what he said.
Believe everything you have been told.
I close my eyes,
Searching my mind,
For whatever answers I can find.
None seem to form.
I think about closing the door.
And lately,
I think of it more.
And I am loosing my mind!
More so then ever.
I fall asleep.
Another dream I have.
This one shocks me.
For I saw myself,
And two threes in the air.
I look around.
None of this makes sense to me.
I talk to myself.
But when he turned his head,
Eyes of darkness,
Eyes of fire
Is what I see.
His mouth opens,
He utters something.
I do not understand it.
A different tongue.
I ask myself what it means.
Then I see the threes.
They glow in a color I have never seen.
They then turn into sixes.
I start thinking:
The red six on the cloth,
Theses two sixes.
Six-six-six.
The devil’s code.
But why me?
What did my clone say?
In my dreams,
My head starts to hurt.
I fall to my knees,
Screaming
Then I am sucked out.
I lay in sweat.
In my bed.
One thing on my mind:
The translation of what he said.
Believe everything you have been told.
Insanity: Investigating The Madness
INVESTIGATING THE MADNESS
Deny everything I have been told?
I do not know what that means.
I have an idea:
I am not mad.
As moons and suns pass,
The dream occurs,
Same one,
Nonstop,
Each one getting more vivid then the last.
All with the same message.
The next day,
I write down everything:
6
Girl in white.
Something I must do.
A dead Girl.
Deny all I have ever been told.
Innocents.
And death.
What do they mean?
What could they mean?
These questions ponder at my mind.
This is what I am believed that this means:
I am to do something,
In relation to disregarding all I know.
Deny everything I have been told?
I do not know what that means.
I have an idea:
I am not mad.
As moons and suns pass,
The dream occurs,
Same one,
Nonstop,
Each one getting more vivid then the last.
All with the same message.
The next day,
I write down everything:
6
Girl in white.
Something I must do.
A dead Girl.
Deny all I have ever been told.
Innocents.
And death.
What do they mean?
What could they mean?
These questions ponder at my mind.
This is what I am believed that this means:
I am to do something,
In relation to disregarding all I know.
Friday, October 15, 2010
Insanity: The Next Dream
THE NEXT DREAM
Another symbols appears.
Another sight.
This one haunts me.
My dream was white.
A bleaches white room.
Some red,
For a puddle of blood,
Lies under a girl.
A violent slash upon her,
Threw her mid section.
Dead.
No air coming in or out of her.
I fall to my knees,
Tears coming out of my face.
Why was I getting emotional over her?
She meant nothing to me.
Nothing what so ever.
I have never seen her until this point.
And yet the sight creates such strong emotions.
Then I hear a sound.
A creak of bones.
I look up,
She looks at me,
And yet she does not.
For she has no eyes.
Her mouth never moves.
And yet I hear a voice.
A clear as an instrument
She told me to forget,
Deny all I have ever been told.
Never believe anything you have been told.
All lies.
They will all destroy you.
Before I could ask why,
The alarm goes off.
The clockwork of madness begins again.
Another symbols appears.
Another sight.
This one haunts me.
My dream was white.
A bleaches white room.
Some red,
For a puddle of blood,
Lies under a girl.
A violent slash upon her,
Threw her mid section.
Dead.
No air coming in or out of her.
I fall to my knees,
Tears coming out of my face.
Why was I getting emotional over her?
She meant nothing to me.
Nothing what so ever.
I have never seen her until this point.
And yet the sight creates such strong emotions.
Then I hear a sound.
A creak of bones.
I look up,
She looks at me,
And yet she does not.
For she has no eyes.
Her mouth never moves.
And yet I hear a voice.
A clear as an instrument
She told me to forget,
Deny all I have ever been told.
Never believe anything you have been told.
All lies.
They will all destroy you.
Before I could ask why,
The alarm goes off.
The clockwork of madness begins again.
Insanity: Revolving The Number
REVOLVING THE NUMBER
My brian thinks.
I wonder what this could mean.
“6”?
Red lettering?
Girl in white?
My dreams?
Always on my mind.
I tell no one.
No one would believe me.
Why would they?
A mad person?
That is humerous.
Talking of somethings?
The nerve!
Why, would you believe me?
If I twas to come upon you,
And say such ghastly things?
Of course you would deny it!
You would laugh!
Say I am mad!
So, I am alone.
So, no one will believe me.
Bummer.
My brian thinks.
I wonder what this could mean.
“6”?
Red lettering?
Girl in white?
My dreams?
Always on my mind.
I tell no one.
No one would believe me.
Why would they?
A mad person?
That is humerous.
Talking of somethings?
The nerve!
Why, would you believe me?
If I twas to come upon you,
And say such ghastly things?
Of course you would deny it!
You would laugh!
Say I am mad!
So, I am alone.
So, no one will believe me.
Bummer.
Insanity: Group Discussion
GROUP DISCUSSION
Group discussion,
A part of this place that proves you need help.
I never talk there.
I know do.
I talk about the note,
The dream,
The ghosts,
The everything.
Odd looks are my responses.
The nurse says I am seeing things.
Another reason why I am mad.
Or something else.
Group discussion,
A part of this place that proves you need help.
I never talk there.
I know do.
I talk about the note,
The dream,
The ghosts,
The everything.
Odd looks are my responses.
The nurse says I am seeing things.
Another reason why I am mad.
Or something else.
Insanity: Is This The Real Life? Or Just Some Fantasy?
IS THIS THE REAL LIFE? OR JUST SOME FANTASY?
Until I see someone.
A pretty girl in white,
Almost ghost like,
Walks down a hallway.
All the breath I have is gone.
She is real!
By God how is this real?
Or is this some fantasy?
She turns the corner,
I follow her,
I see no one.
But I find a note,
Laying on the ground.
Penmanship on it is one I have ever seen,
I think.
Not a doctor’s.
To pretty.
I read it.
Only for a few seconds.
Then it vanishes.
Into thin air.
It only had the number “6” on it.
Until I see someone.
A pretty girl in white,
Almost ghost like,
Walks down a hallway.
All the breath I have is gone.
She is real!
By God how is this real?
Or is this some fantasy?
She turns the corner,
I follow her,
I see no one.
But I find a note,
Laying on the ground.
Penmanship on it is one I have ever seen,
I think.
Not a doctor’s.
To pretty.
I read it.
Only for a few seconds.
Then it vanishes.
Into thin air.
It only had the number “6” on it.
Insanity: The Mad Dream Is Stuck In His Head
THE MAD DREAM STUCK IN HIS HEAD
Days have gone by,
I believe.
My mind circles around what the girl said.
Something I must do.
I do not know.
My life,
If you can even call it a life,
Continues.
I start having dreams about her nonstop.
Same dark void.
Same mood.
Same tone.
Same message.
Same everything.
It is driving me mad!
I laugh at myself.
I just made a joke.
How odd.
How odd indeed.
I ask her,
In my dreams,
What it means
She refuses to tell me.
Agitated I became.
Agitated I become.
I start to ignore the dream,
Returning to clockwork.
Days have gone by,
I believe.
My mind circles around what the girl said.
Something I must do.
I do not know.
My life,
If you can even call it a life,
Continues.
I start having dreams about her nonstop.
Same dark void.
Same mood.
Same tone.
Same message.
Same everything.
It is driving me mad!
I laugh at myself.
I just made a joke.
How odd.
How odd indeed.
I ask her,
In my dreams,
What it means
She refuses to tell me.
Agitated I became.
Agitated I become.
I start to ignore the dream,
Returning to clockwork.
Insanity: Back To The Mad Reality
BACK TO THE MAD REALITY
Beep,
Beep,
Beep,
An alarm beeps.
A heart monitar.
I am alive.
Drip,
Drip,
Drip,
I hear the insoline dripping into the needle,
That I feel in my arm,
Which one,
I do not know.
I know I have been sterilized,
A doctor is near,
Checking charts,
And explaning that I had a nervous break down.
More than likely from stress.
Yeah,
Stress from what?
Does he know?
No.
Wait!
Do you?
No?
Then why ask?!
I did not ask any questions.
I just sat back and listened.
Sometimes listening is the best thing to do.
Beep,
Beep,
Beep,
An alarm beeps.
A heart monitar.
I am alive.
Drip,
Drip,
Drip,
I hear the insoline dripping into the needle,
That I feel in my arm,
Which one,
I do not know.
I know I have been sterilized,
A doctor is near,
Checking charts,
And explaning that I had a nervous break down.
More than likely from stress.
Yeah,
Stress from what?
Does he know?
No.
Wait!
Do you?
No?
Then why ask?!
I did not ask any questions.
I just sat back and listened.
Sometimes listening is the best thing to do.
Insanity: The First Dream
THE FIRST DREAM
I still see ghosts,
Coming after me,
I see the walls collapse,
The doctor’s skin melts,
I scream,
Then cut to intermission.
All darkness,
In the middle of it all,
I am floating,
The void of darkness,
Calm,
Cold,
Alone,
Nemo,
I see,
I hear,
Pure nothing.
I see A ghost,
A pretty young girl.
Why a girl?
The symbol of innocents?
Maybe in some fairytale.
She says that my time is almost up.
There is something else I must do.
She never told me what.
Then I see the light.
I still see ghosts,
Coming after me,
I see the walls collapse,
The doctor’s skin melts,
I scream,
Then cut to intermission.
All darkness,
In the middle of it all,
I am floating,
The void of darkness,
Calm,
Cold,
Alone,
Nemo,
I see,
I hear,
Pure nothing.
I see A ghost,
A pretty young girl.
Why a girl?
The symbol of innocents?
Maybe in some fairytale.
She says that my time is almost up.
There is something else I must do.
She never told me what.
Then I see the light.
Insanity: A Clockwork Maddness
A CLOCKWORK MADNESS
I believe a few more days have passed,
Not quite sure,
I just follow their ways,
Like clockwork,
One threw ten,
Everyday.
Wake up,
Do what I am told,
Go to bed,
Repeat!
This goes on,
Until they appear,
The ghost,
They reappear to me!
Even the creature,
The one who took his life,
He is with them.
They surround me,
Looking at me queer,
Staring at me like some experiment.
They clash to me.
I scream!
I shout!
I kick!
I punch!
I tell them to go away.
I hear a door open,
My heart races,
My blood pulses,
Figures in white,
Burst threw the ghost,
And come towards me.
A long needle,
Gets stuck into my throat.
I believe a few more days have passed,
Not quite sure,
I just follow their ways,
Like clockwork,
One threw ten,
Everyday.
Wake up,
Do what I am told,
Go to bed,
Repeat!
This goes on,
Until they appear,
The ghost,
They reappear to me!
Even the creature,
The one who took his life,
He is with them.
They surround me,
Looking at me queer,
Staring at me like some experiment.
They clash to me.
I scream!
I shout!
I kick!
I punch!
I tell them to go away.
I hear a door open,
My heart races,
My blood pulses,
Figures in white,
Burst threw the ghost,
And come towards me.
A long needle,
Gets stuck into my throat.
Insanity: The Maddness Sinks In
THE MADDNESS SINKS IN
Weeks pass,
Sense the death,
I have lost count of my days.
How long have I been here?
What month is it?
Week?
Day?
Hour?
Minute?
Second?
Who does it matter to?
I do not know.
Do you know?
No?
Then why the hell ask me?
For even I do not know?
My God,
Why am I here?
Who am I?
Good God,
I do not even remember my name!
Why dear Lord is this happening?
Have I just became nothing?
Nemo?
Another brick in the wall?
Why?
Why?
Why?
Weeks pass,
Sense the death,
I have lost count of my days.
How long have I been here?
What month is it?
Week?
Day?
Hour?
Minute?
Second?
Who does it matter to?
I do not know.
Do you know?
No?
Then why the hell ask me?
For even I do not know?
My God,
Why am I here?
Who am I?
Good God,
I do not even remember my name!
Why dear Lord is this happening?
Have I just became nothing?
Nemo?
Another brick in the wall?
Why?
Why?
Why?
Insanity: Death
DEATH
Next to me,
As I try to sleep,
One night after a few suns and moons pass,
The creature with the evil eyes,
At last closes them.
I sigh a relief,
I won’t be watched for one night,
But the eye never reopened.
Men in white come in,
They carry his body out,
Dead they say,
The mouth covered with blood,
His wrist with a gapping hole,
Everyone was checked,
Anything sharp removed,
Just in case.
They do not want any more deaths,
No more death?
What stops one from not breathing?
They think they can stop this,
They can by letting us be free men.
At least me.
Next to me,
As I try to sleep,
One night after a few suns and moons pass,
The creature with the evil eyes,
At last closes them.
I sigh a relief,
I won’t be watched for one night,
But the eye never reopened.
Men in white come in,
They carry his body out,
Dead they say,
The mouth covered with blood,
His wrist with a gapping hole,
Everyone was checked,
Anything sharp removed,
Just in case.
They do not want any more deaths,
No more death?
What stops one from not breathing?
They think they can stop this,
They can by letting us be free men.
At least me.
Insanity: Remembering His Life
REMEMBERING HIS LIFE
I think of my life before,
Regretting me talking about my thoughts,
I would not be here,
Enjoying my life,
But maybe this would be good.
I think,
I know,
I doubt,
Days pass,
My insanity grows,
My brain has no control,
I’ve lost touch with reality,
I am not the Master of Reality,
I am the Master of Insanity.
I can not handle this!
I can not take this!
My mind collapses,
The walls still support,
But barley,
As I try to hang on.
I think of my life before,
Regretting me talking about my thoughts,
I would not be here,
Enjoying my life,
But maybe this would be good.
I think,
I know,
I doubt,
Days pass,
My insanity grows,
My brain has no control,
I’ve lost touch with reality,
I am not the Master of Reality,
I am the Master of Insanity.
I can not handle this!
I can not take this!
My mind collapses,
The walls still support,
But barley,
As I try to hang on.
Insanity: A Sample Of A Day
A SAMPLE OF A DAY
A man comes in,
Throwing me into a room,
Insane others,
Everywhere,
They throw their slop,
Against the walls,
They have no brain,
I have one,
Just screwed up,
The others see me,
They could snap at any second,
I remain quiet
Do not do anything
No attention,
Attention is bad,
The hours began to drag,
My brain stops working,
There are no books,
Magazine,
Or anything literate to pass time,
Only that television,
Blaring garbage,
Turning the others into zombies,
More idiotic,
All fifty of them,
I’m near,
They say I am stupid,
Stupid for not watching television,
They should look at themselves,
At least I have a brain,
Thou screwed up.
A man comes in,
Throwing me into a room,
Insane others,
Everywhere,
They throw their slop,
Against the walls,
They have no brain,
I have one,
Just screwed up,
The others see me,
They could snap at any second,
I remain quiet
Do not do anything
No attention,
Attention is bad,
The hours began to drag,
My brain stops working,
There are no books,
Magazine,
Or anything literate to pass time,
Only that television,
Blaring garbage,
Turning the others into zombies,
More idiotic,
All fifty of them,
I’m near,
They say I am stupid,
Stupid for not watching television,
They should look at themselves,
At least I have a brain,
Thou screwed up.
Insanity: Arrival At The House
ARRIVAL AT THE HOUSE
I am sent in,
Threw the doors and into a cell
Another person is in there.
Shiny black eyes are starring at me
Never moving.
I try to talk,
The animal grows in response.
Was this a tiger,
Lion?
Bear?
I did not know,
It could be all three
I do not know.
My heart pounding,
I turn on my side,
From the bright eyes,
And into my dream realm,
Were my voices become chaos,
Chaos reigns,
In my dreams,
I am alone,
I see everything,
I hear everything,
I feel everything,
Everything is out to get me,
I start to panic,
Sweat pouring out of my face,
An alarm goes off,
I escape from the nightmare realm,
And thrown into another one.
I am sent in,
Threw the doors and into a cell
Another person is in there.
Shiny black eyes are starring at me
Never moving.
I try to talk,
The animal grows in response.
Was this a tiger,
Lion?
Bear?
I did not know,
It could be all three
I do not know.
My heart pounding,
I turn on my side,
From the bright eyes,
And into my dream realm,
Were my voices become chaos,
Chaos reigns,
In my dreams,
I am alone,
I see everything,
I hear everything,
I feel everything,
Everything is out to get me,
I start to panic,
Sweat pouring out of my face,
An alarm goes off,
I escape from the nightmare realm,
And thrown into another one.
Insanity: Prologue
PROLOUGE
I’m mad.
My reason for writing.
What’s yours?
Do not have one?
Then go!
The men in white,
Countless experiments,
All failed,
I am deemed as the Master of Insanity
I have been this way,
As long as I can remember,
The ghosts appearing,
Faces in the wall,
They speak to me,
For I listen,
Never block them out,
Too many people do,
I do not understand it.
They done nothing wrong.
The ghosts do not haunt.
The walls support your lodging.
They disserve some respect,
But respect they never receive
Thou I try to explain to others,
Queer looks is what I get.
Mad they say,
Mad I believe,
Mad I live.
Then I see the water.
The water talks,
The fish speak.
I explain this,
Mentally ill is what I am known as.
The court house laughs
I state that I am well.
So sick I do not know
Sentenced into a mad house,
For the rest of my life,
No chance to escape,
Even more when I am dragged out,
In white jacket
Into a white square van I am thrown into,
And away I am sent
For the house I will stay,
Being rocked back and forth,
Hungary, thirsty, and tired,
Until I arrived
At the house.
I’m mad.
My reason for writing.
What’s yours?
Do not have one?
Then go!
The men in white,
Countless experiments,
All failed,
I am deemed as the Master of Insanity
I have been this way,
As long as I can remember,
The ghosts appearing,
Faces in the wall,
They speak to me,
For I listen,
Never block them out,
Too many people do,
I do not understand it.
They done nothing wrong.
The ghosts do not haunt.
The walls support your lodging.
They disserve some respect,
But respect they never receive
Thou I try to explain to others,
Queer looks is what I get.
Mad they say,
Mad I believe,
Mad I live.
Then I see the water.
The water talks,
The fish speak.
I explain this,
Mentally ill is what I am known as.
The court house laughs
I state that I am well.
So sick I do not know
Sentenced into a mad house,
For the rest of my life,
No chance to escape,
Even more when I am dragged out,
In white jacket
Into a white square van I am thrown into,
And away I am sent
For the house I will stay,
Being rocked back and forth,
Hungary, thirsty, and tired,
Until I arrived
At the house.
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