Despair…

Altered minds, submissive people, and

screams unlike a heavenly choir, dark

things, and nightshades of purple, skin

afire.

Eyes dark like stagnant pools, what is

your name; it does not matter life will

never be the same.

Unwanted souls, minds defective, body

frail, fight immense insanity; lives

destroyed, controlled, no one to

console.

Imprisoned in straps, flesh burning,

madness and confused memories;

shadows floating across the walls,

damning.

Hopelessness, psychotic visions, white

clad figures and syringes; evil voices in

the ear, nightmares, who cares?

Mind slipping away, a life destroyed, let’s

everyone pray; wooden paddle between the

teeth, what you sow, so shall you reap.

See what happen when your mind is not

whole, your frozen in time; they can take

away your mind.

Electricity coursing deeply into your brain,

you are societies shame; it is not delirium,

you are in the asylum and your world wrapped

in unwanted change.

 

©2013.annjohnsonmurphree

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