Wednesday, October 3, 2007

Insane Asylum

The screams are heard from wall to wall
Terror and pain fill them all
You know the pain, you know the kind
It boils deep within your mind

It poisons and taints---tortures and burns
Rips and tears---twists and turns

Knows no mercy, feels no tears
feeds upon our mortal fears

We have all been there to different degree
This thing they call insanity…