The cuckoo sings—he lost his mind tonight,
Now left in the silence with strange faces---
Troubled screams echo from the walls of white.
Isolated in a beam of bright light,
Yet lost in his darkness—empty spaces--
The cuckoo sings—he lost his mind tonight.
They clamp his arms and legs to hold him tight,
Visions flash before his eyes—the lost places--
Troubled screams echo from the walls of white.
A stick between his teeth—he cries in fright,
He sees the needle and his heart races---
The cuckoo sings—he lost his mind tonight.
The liquid rushes through—he loses sight,
His heart beats faster and his mind chases--
Troubled screams echo from the walls of white.
Then all becomes still—screams die in the night,
Where unsettled life was, death replaces.
The cuckoo sings—he lost his mind tonight,
Troubled screams echo from the walls of white.
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.06 seconds at 3:23pm on Nov 19, 2024 via server WEBX1.