In the quiet of my padded room,
While insanity sets in,
My room is comfortable and safe,
So either way I win.
The monsters can’t get me,
And the voices will go away.
Medication’s no longer a problem.
I’m slightly more sane today.
Don’t take me from me padded room,
I swear I’ll go insane.
Well, insane again, to tell the truth;
Soft walls to ease my pain.
Hallways
Down the hall, on the end.
Down the hall, first one on the right.
Down the hall, gate A11.
Down the hall, room 13.
An illusion of freedom;
But we are still stuck in the hallway.
Down the hall, again.
Down the hall to nowhere.
The essence of incomplete freedom.
Choose a corner of the glass box.
Razorblade
Heart cracked but not broken
Pride shattered into a thousand pieces
Cut myself just to feel the sting
To replace the pain, if only for a moment
I can’t cut deep
I’m afraid of what I’ll find
Afraid of what will flow out
Along with the scarlet hatred that is desperate for escape
I watch a single drop of blood
It numbs my senses and clouds my thoughts
Maybe I will sleep tonight
Me, My Country, and The Universe
Lonely pains sink deeper
Cleansing rains save me
Truth now feigns the weaker
Heart in chains for safety
The Essay on The Pain Barrier
... sound made audible from the nest room. To take his mind off the pain, he tried, yet again to ... away. He could hear foot steps coming along the hall, coming for him. He didn’t want to open ... over. He felt his heart rate descend to regularity. Pain still ripping through every inch of his body. ... of light hit the room, “honey, are you okay?” the sweet, soothing voice questioned. The pain was gone, Darren ...
Pope ordains the willing
Army gains a team
In God’s plains they’re tilling
Where Death still reigns supreme
Unpopular
Incessant chatter of disapproval
Those who doubt instate removal
Back up, back out
Their pity throughout
Blot out the stars
With remedial scars
Incessant chatter
Never the matter
False Hope
The absolute on infirmary
Save my shattered soul
Think not of pains and illusion
They eventually take their toll
Tape me together, stitch me up
Inside I slowly die
Now I visit that infirmary
That floats in feigning skies
It’s Raining
It is raining and the raindrops
Fall like tears from every snowflake
As I sit here at my window
Getting wetter by the second
And then the raindrops turn to hail
And I close my window quickly
As it shatters into pieces
Spraying razor sharp reflections
On my mirror’s bleeding image
From the hate that I am feeling
Is it raining?
