Asylum
By Kimmel Bailey
My mind slips back,
The space gets tighter
The walls cave in
Distorted…Brighter
The visions slowly
Creeping away
I crawl to the corner
Where I gently sway
They call my crazy
But they don’t know
What my mind will see
And where it will go
What’s fake is real
Maybe only to me
But they’re out there
In place of debris
What they don’t know
Is they’re dead inside
My mind is my own
Shelter to hide
These white walls stand
In this institution
My mind uncured
By their so called “Solution”
They’re the ones
Who stay so damn blind
While I find the way out
They just fall far behind
So am I crazy?
Am I mentally gone?
When I’m all dosed up
And my blood is drawn
When they shove the pills
Straight down my throat
And always look back at the
Prescription they wrote
While they find long words
Just to say what is wrong
And why I stay in my
Own mind for so long
Why I create these thoughts
That I know will occur
And the reality here
Is just a small blur
I’m there more than here
In my own protection
Not able to stop it
Or make a correction
But I’m fine with insanity
It’s all I desire
But where they keep me
The walls just stretch higher
And when my thoughts fade
And I see the room
Again I say surely
This won’t be my tomb
My grave can be altered
My life can be read
By what I create
In my strange, twisted head
Normal: The lives they lead
In there own vanity
While forever I sit here
With my own insanity
 AuZDraYFalTiX · Thu Dec 06, 2007 @ 07:18pm · 4 Comments |
