Asylum
Locked in a little room bland and white
No patterns on the walls
Only a jacket to keep me company
I'm going out of my mind in this place
I thrash and scream, but they insert the needle
The thick yellow serum makes me a prisoner
Trapped in my own body
Locked in a little room bland and white
I sit in the corner after they're gone
I slip my arms from the sleeves
And pull the jacket over my head
One day I'll escape
They won't get me back
Locked in a little bland and white
I plot and they can't do a thing
Sometimes they take me out
To display me like a little doll
The bright lights blind me with their glare
I feel their gazes focused on me
Locked in a little room bland and white
They revel in my agony
I hold in the screams as they poke and prod me
They turn the dials and start the electricity
I thrash and scream
Locked in a little room bland an white
Why can't they just let me be?
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Poetry
PoetryI've decided to move all my poetry to this magic little group...if you are looking for any of that creepy stuff.
