Poetic look at insanity

I hear it, I see it, I feel it, I want it,
I tear at my flesh at the mere mention of it. It tears me apart and puts me together continuously. Chews me and eats
me and spits me out into a room of answerless
questions. Meaningless life in a
white coated noose. The screams of
distant invisible voices never there.
They tell me to hurt and
want me to hear
them. They just
wont stop. The little
dancing man in the corner
wont stop laughing at me with
his big toothed furry smile.
I fall on the floor and into a
a warm puddle of my own
shame. The scary scary
man with the shock
machine comes to
destroy me!
strapped down
they keep me as they rape my mind
I want out! I smell a mixture of sweat and urine as
I am put into my bed, a thumb in my mouth and
a man still in the corner; now frowning and shaking his
the voices ceased for another day. Me in a corner on wet sheets
and still wanting death to come and take me forever.
Insanity has taken over and here It shall remain.