Insanity Poem by Jim David Morris

My world is lonely and gruesome
There is no doubt my mind is full of confusion
Do I lay here and weep for a better day
I'm gasping for another say
Pondered thoughts of when to end it
In life we do things later shadowed in regret
My own mind threatens my will to live in vanity
How have I been driven to insanity
I urge to kill only to live in sanity
Four corpses fill my slaughterhouse
If caught, I will enter the jailhouse
Unlike my intentions it's slim to none
I'll run and run like I nailed a home run
Even though the midnight sun
Reveals plans of my escape, it's troublesome
Anxiety is the devil waiting for me to slip
Slam that needle and put me on that jib trip
Reveal the demons within
This pain needs to end, but with a deadly sin
Six to one are thee odds, with my luck three to one
A burden is on my shoulders weighing a tonne
If only I could roam freely in the prairies
I'll probably end up institutionalized anyways