A poem about losing your mind and the tortures of schizophrenia.
Doors swing open and madmen jump in
They always scream before they kill me
When I step off my bed claws grab me
Some days I just can't move or peep
Some days I am too afraid to just sleep
I look outside and Death is watching
I hear hellhounds, they're barking, shh!
Push open the door slowly and hurry
The floors feel way too alive and furry
Shelves fall off walls and hit my head
I think the walls talk about me being dead
My house conspired with the Devil
Now all the demons want me on their level
I had a spouse but I had to kill her
I was in fear the aliens were in her
I can't drink beer if I wanna live
The plague is what it will give
I deprived myself of sunlight
I'm gonna win this fight against you
If I can fight the flu then I can you
Unless you can fight me too
I'm afraid of the vampires in the shower
I'm afraid of the media with the power
I'm afraid of it being the witching hour
I'm afraid they want my soul
I'm afraid to be near any black coal
The ghouls use it to trap mortal souls
I'm afraid to dig in case of dinosaurs
I'm afraid to fly in case of condors
I'm afraid of allowing you into my home
The mailman carries a gun, I swear it
I watch where I step incase of a sandpit
I try to watch the sky in case of a meteorite
Sometimes I avoid light if it is too bright
I might even stop drinking milk next week
My insanity is reaching its absolute peak
Why was this not a problem when I was sane?
Why let my brain go before it is worth saving?
If you can't answer me, then you're one of them.