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.
Friday, July 18, 2008
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