Home Be Thy Asylum

Once a stranger, now a friend
Two persons with set beliefs,
two persons who share a room.
The doors shut tight,
n the late of night
The screams of the boys,
The tears of the girls.
He has come in possessed,
Admits having conversations with the divine
And raves at his will.
Nurses, Doctors, self evaluation.
The world is cold; Hell hath frozen over indeed..
And he suffer the visions that set that house alight,
Waiting for the great Phoenix to rise
From the ashes..
But dead and gone, he has relinquished his mind.
Forever and never, the ward is home.