Human nature?
You sick bastards never failed to raise hell
It's all in my head, my mind is consuming me
Do you pity my silence, or feel I'm a fool?
I know your secrets, and you know it's the truth.
Will you keep me a captive, on a metal bed frame?
And analyse my thoughts, stick probes in my brain?
Your twisted psychiatrists
They lie and they play god
Well god is on my shoulder
Don't you rob me of my sixth sense.
Pull this chain for a nurse to assist you
I swear I will resist you
I will scald you with your own fire
Hell hath no fury than the gift of revenge he sent me
The man under my bed feels the same
By god, he will assist me
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Unrelated... A series of weird and wonderful poems
PoetryA collection of the unusual and the very usual poetry, A collection, a series, A set which grows over time © P.H.Dyer, 2011-2012 All rights reserved Note: I have had issues with people using my work without authorisation, and so I've had to put thi...
