Normal

Snared in a crevice full of bloodied barbed wire,
watching a stampede of screaming zombies,
unable to defile their secrets
because the world is filled with mannequins,
rotting on the inside
from termites that live in remote controls.

Words heard coming from their lips
always garbled and make no sense,
in between the bizarre stories
they tell about the truth,
denying the reality their  eyes can’t see,
pretending there are no ghouls
that live outside the window
and strangle the ghosts that never stop
speaking their moans both day and night.

The mirror also is bewitched,
it never shows those transparent faces
to anyone else that looks into its reflection.

It is all a conspiracy
from the shadow creepers,
those evil beings who control others
so they plot to claim you are the one
who isn’t sane.

Every day, normal is the place dwelt,
holding onto the thread of sanity
they claim isn’t fact,
refusing to give in to their dementia,
no matter the meds they force one to take
or the straight jacket used.

It never stops the reason from surviving
because the eyes can see all the lunacy lied about
that so many claim is normal.

Cell or ward, their mental prison,
will never force a betrayal in the will
for uttering what it known as genuine.