Trapped within the walls of white.
Held hostage with terrible fright.
My visions are not sparks of insanity.
But people seem to think its make believe.
To and fro...
To and fro...
I sway and sway
as I continute to pray and pray.
Someone up there hold me tight.
Get me through these dreadful nights.
These scars are not self inflicted.
These lacerations falsely conflicted.
I am sane! I am sane!
The shots, the shocks,
the pills, the chills.
I need I want, I claw and cry.
White...
walls are white.
The floor is white.
My clothes are white...
my skin so unnaturally white.
I am only insane.
Only insane...
They made it so,
created with hate and animosity.
My visions were a curiousity.
To and fro...
To and fro
I sway and sway.
As I continue to pray and pray.
 DJ Hope 1990 · Thu Jul 19, 2007 @ 06:44am · 2 Comments |
