I'll find a path in this madness, all asylum doors are closed
Wait in a corner of my round room, my release opposed
Forced to wear a mask, for others, and myself
To keep me mouth shut, kept laying upon a shelf
Nothing to say or think, due to medication
My mind emptied and screaming inside
I'm wounded with mental starvation
But this heart needs more
I've nothing to offer, only emotional sacrifice
Left long ago and allowed dreams to entice
I'll dance in darkness, no beat, no rhythm
I've no sound accompaniment
My flesh is payment given to a world
Demanding that punishment
"One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to
give birth to a dancing star." Friedrich Nietzsche
