Arkham Asylum

Asylum, such a pretty word Madness, a concept quite absurd I have my truth, evidenced and clear You deny without the ability to hear The words I speak, the facts I share You sit and nod, but do not care I know my own mind Still while I'm confined You roam free I have dreams I'm a work of fiction Meaning no me, no affliction No locks, no keys, not closed in Just my thoughts released again I cannot fathom that I'm not real I am energy, I think, I feel I know my own mind A thing which cannot be confined It roams free The victim that imagines the beast Draw it, tell the tale, then unleash Vivid and visceral the thought seeps More real than the pages from which it leaps Always with you if your mind dictates The forever fight of entwined fates Til the end of time hero and villain meet Somewhere on a Gotham Street