I have a broken brain and I've gone insane
These stupid drugs can't take the pain away
Taken to the depths, chained to the wall
The asylum rings with screams and hate
I write my bloody scrawls for all to see
My madness poured upon the concrete
A dark emptiness in my mind's screams
This is the end, of everything, burn it down
Light a match, pour the fuel, let me drown
I live in madness, I left this world long ago
Forget my being, let me enter oblivion
“He started keeping a journal — had been, in fact, secretly doing so
for some time: the furtive act of a deranged person.”
