Bloody and torn,
I am living in my head.

Not a care in the world,
no feeling but dread.
A fear coming up,
creeping from my head.

Pills are on the floor,
water by my bed,
nurses with needles
Doctor’s galore.

Welcome to the Asylum
where everything
is not what it seams.

Sanity grins,
creepy it seams.

Everyone is ill in
the Asylum’s dream.