Friday, July 18, 2008

Care of the Sick Mind

Blackness, darkness,

Nothing at all.

Waves of fear,

Walls that fall.

Mentally sound,

And sanity aside.

Murdered minds,

With all to hide.

Time stands still,

Stars rotate.

Bushes grow tall,

Trees they create.

Padded walls,

And straight jackets.

Poisoned souls where

Deliriousness fits.

The doctor is evil,

His stall is worse.

The patients must endure

This dreaded curse.

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