lick the madness and taste the bedlam
sanitoriam green speaks the truth of the place
haunted rebellion when I dare not to behave
four point restraints left in a padded cell
my crime speaking to spirits
the powers that be plug in like electicity when they wish to cause malice
instruments of destruction are picked and discarded just like that
it doesn’t matter they won’t suffer, you do
skillfully veiled their shadow is cast across you
the others can see it but they keep moving saying glad its not me
painful understanding corrupted vision
dying to self and recognizing the horde is in control
mastubating your insanity until you orgasm with it
convulse with feeling until you break
it is with much dread I keep record
I’m told we don’t talk about not being human
nightmare escape I meet them face to face in dreams
there is no rest for the needful host
Powerfully penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
good evening dearest Damian thank you graciously you are one of the reasons I stick around your thoughts are appreciated ❤️