Now he sat in a box
Where he remained to rot
With no intent on developing a plot
To set him free from the blocks
Of all the stones that made the padded walls.
He loudly laughed, grinning from ear to ear,
In hopes that his friends will run down the halls.
He spread his blood on the wall with a smear,
As he circled the tiny corners
He seemed weird to all foreigners.
He refused to take all his medications
For he knew they were fake among all dedications.
All the doctors proved him insane,
As he always screamed his name
Into the musty air.
And yanked out his black hair.
He awaited for the perfect game,
That would finally declare him sane.
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Inside My Mind
PuisiThe wheels continue to spin As my thoughts don't often leave a grin Upon my face, that shows despair Yet they sometimes are happy on the contraire. I'm just struggling with every thought For everything that once was sought They are a mixed feeling...
