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These walls have ears

These doors have eyes

A fear so intense, it petrifies

Trapped In this chair

In a broken mind

I cannot fight

I wish I had died

The specters dance

In shadows hide

I know you’re there

It’s not in my mind

This cell so dark

It suffocates

Straitjacket tight

There’s no escape

The sounds of pain

They torment me

I cannot sleep

Cannot break free

The grip is tight

A severed mind

Eyes open wide

I am still blind

Their painful screams

They still haunt me

I cannot sleep

Cannot break free!

Their torn faces smile

They beckon to me

Their Disfigured souls

Rise up from the floors

And up from the halls

Into these four walls

It shivers my spine

And makes my skin crawl

Spirits of the dead

Surrounding my bed

This nightmare again

They all want me dead

The room is now freezing

My lungs have stopped breathing

My heart skips it’s beating

And threatens to . .

I’ll break from these chains

I’ll set myself free

straitjacket won’t stop me from my killing spree!

Lure in the good doctor, my teeth to his throat!

I’ll sit here and watch him bleed out as I gloat!

Malignant pleasure now takes over me

Next ill do Cara, and I’ll make her see!

My chains to her head, tie her to my bed!

I’ll cut from her stomach then up to her neck.

Blood chokes in her mouth, they can’t hear her scream.

Carve into her beauty this isn’t a dream.

There’s no need to struggle

soon ill be dead too!

I’ll tighten this noose And I’ll hang in this room.

This is just a dream

I’ve done nothing wrong

I just need a moment to collect my thoughts.

I’m still in this chair, strait jacket and chains.

I can’t tell what’s real in this psychotic maze.