"Psycosis" I sit upon my bed, Holding my head in my hands, Thinking thoughts I wish to hide, I smell the smoke, How it burns my lungs, And the thoughts, They torment my mind, Why won't these thoughts, These little imps. Leave me be? I see the glare of the flames, It's snaking up my outside wall, Beckoning from the outside, Calling from behind my bedroom door, The smoke clouds my vision, But I sit still on that bed, I hold my head in my hands, My eyes staring at the floor, I can hear them now, They want to save me, To free me from the flames, I won't go, No, The flames will devour me, They want me, I can't run anymore, My mind is spinning, The voices won't stop, I stand and look to my dresser, How it's discolored with smoke, I walk to my bedroom door, Tis the end I agree, I open the door to let the flames come in, To let them consume the final resting place, The only place, Left to myself, I open that door, And there she stands everytime, Dressed in the nurses outfit, Holding the syringe in her hand, I don't scream anymore, The needle doesn't hurt me, The fire dies, The house vanishes, And I sit in the floor, Of my cold white cell, Forever cursed by my mind, To play out my twisted thoughts, Until she saves me again, But only for a while. |