I sit in a chair,
In a room with no flair.
That room was bare,
And stale was the air.
...
As I sit in the rivers of my mind,
I sift through the dirt for what i'm trying to find.
Ooh, a nugget of memory, let's take a look at that.
No, that's just a big blue baseball bat.
...
As you hear the bloody thuds around you,
The screaming is too much to bear.
You go prone to not get shot,
And feel the bullets graze your hair.
...
I am shrouded in mystery, and would like to stay that way...if any of you that knows me as who i am tells anyone, you will become shrouded in mystery, too... MWAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA! ! ! ... JK! ! !)
Insanity...
I sit in a chair,
In a room with no flair.
That room was bare,
And stale was the air.
In the wall I try to put a dent.
This soft wall just won’t relent!
At that moment, reality was bent,
For a vortex opened up and in I was sent.
I came out to a world filled with fear.
When I realized this, I shed a tear.
“They don’t deserve this! ” I shouted for everyone to hear.
After I said this, my eyes began to clear.
This place had flair, stale WASN’T the air!
It was filled with color, and it I could barely bear.
It was so beautiful, all I could do was stare.
Other people looked like they just didn’t care.
When I saw this I thought, Are these people blind! ?
This place must be one of a kind!
Wait…the reason it’s one of a kind
Is because this place is inside of my mind!
I’m in the soft room on a table, two feet from the floor.
I was given medicine and I knew nothing more.
I woke up about noon, maybe a minute before,
In a straightjacket screaming, “I can’t take it anymore! ”