Psych Ward Poem by Nicholas Peter

Come to me,
For I am the keeper of the lonely,
the lost,
the sick,
and the depressed,
Come to me.

No fear will you have,
in my four-walled barrier,
you will have peace,
medication,
and serenity.

Sign the papers,
'Till death do we part,
we live in holy matrimony,
and you will love me.
Come to me.

Live in me,
It's almost free!
Come,
I am hungry,
almost starved,
and your bodies look good to eat,
for decades.