Her Insanity
Her Insanity
Strait jacket with chains in shackles.
Her mind is waked then they drugged her until she hackled.
Emotionally gone she is still standing strong,
leaning on baby blue walls on suicide watch.
Her mind had been spinning through wheels.
The heart has been cremated to dust through her gills.
No more feelings for her needs.
All she has is insanity..
Copyright © Jack Reed | Year Posted 2009
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