Asylum for the Madness

Sent away for my difference
Alone in this crowd of fools
Left to soak in the misery
Because I refused their decadence
So many imbeciles to watch
He eats his own feces
She mumbles and laughs at ghosts
None watch the clock
Ticking away our days
We are studied by a doctor
Writing his grand thesis
He is our great host
Watching us grow worse
Watching our madness grow
Without treatment
We are without reason
Our minds are out of time
Ruled by the demons inside
The voices come out
The misery seeps
Time to take my nap
Time to sleep forever
My dreams seem normal to me
But they would
Untouched as they are
By insanity's reach

THE KING OF LIARS

My words are that of a King
The King of Liars
I am the King of a Kingdom
Filled with love and desire
To serve my people, here,
From my throne in this Asylum
They pad my throne in good trust but
They don’t let me write with pencils or pens here
So I use my bloody fingers upon the walls
They don’t give me paper due to the chance of cuts
But I bleed anyway
Then they wash my words away
With blast hoses used for fires
The straitjacket holds me as if I might fall
But the real straitjacket is inside
Where I am held aloft by tether wires
To make sure I do not drown
In their world I am paralyzed
And I scream without sounds
I see things that do not exist
I hear voices that surely insist
That the place I am here
Would be better off
With me deceased
And I cannot resist
The lure of the shallow grave
Once empty but now I am saved
By its welcoming comforts
By its solitary love instead of hate
By its empty bed
Welcomes me living and
Still I crave despite my survival
To be someplace else, instead
My arrival was unheralded
My passing will be unreported
For I solely long to be
A King of a Kingdom
Away from this happy place
This living wound
This Asylum