Asylum

Written by: Drakavai the Wordsmith

Asylum
These stark white walls mock my pain
Their purity is a lie to what I have endured
We all dance the line form insanity to sane
Fighting the demons to prove we’re cured
The lights in here they burn my eyes
They hum a consistent burden in my head
No one is listening no one hears my cries
Cold and damp concrete floor is my bed
They come and they go as they stare
An animal for their game and experiments
They revel at the depths of my despair
Documenting the stench of it as it ferments
Feeding me more pills as to alleviate
Numbing my will so I can no longer resist
From the objectives they cannot deviate
For my own good this is they always insist
The chair has become my one release
On the walk I pass a window and see the stars
The electricity burns and brings some peace
Both physical and emotional are all the scars
After the chair I am left there bound
Sizzling to drooling with nothing on my mind
The silence then becomes a deafening sound
Scratches on the wood as my fingernails grind
Footsteps are now pounding toward me
The door flies open and the doctor is here
Light in my eyes but there’s nothing to see
No anger no pain nothing left for me to fear
Dragged back to my chamber of white
Whispering of another failed chance to redeem
Slamming door and that familiar hum of light
Is this my reality or another mad man’s dream
In protest to the light my eyes now wane
Slowing my heartbeat bringing a calm return
Bordering once more from insanity to sane
Repetitious scars from the electrodes still burn
Pleading that the fateful moment is now
My hope is daunted by a banging on my door
Is this the devil coming to take his final bow
I forfeit myself to madness for I can take no more
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