Screaming at the asylum walls
Too cushioned to draw blood
Too padded to crush bones
I'm not crazy, I'm just angry
When the demons come to play
I'm my own worst enemy
I've got to kill the voices
Before they get the best of me
The nurses stare and laugh sometimes
when I thrash about in rage
Sometimes I imagine their demise
Blood dripping from the ceiling,
Cackling from my cage
I can't remember the month
Or even the light of day
I can't imagine the moonlight
before I was locked away
Author notes
Well not really good at all lol. But yeah I'm just trying to get my muse flowing. it's been a long time since I've tried to write a story like poem not just a rant. Soooo bare with me.
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