Dear Doctor

I rot alone in my prison house my shakes and splits are now voluntary the voices soothe me and rock me I alone am privy to my lock box of sins the drugs and questions posed are pointless my mental habitants signed a life long lease and they have this message for me to give your wife shall look good on our mantle and her screams will be like silk to our ears and will strike a chorus in our heart these subsequent day dreams soothe us and the madness frolicks in us nightly now doc be a good servant and bring our meds oh yeah and doc our knife is dull