out of my mind
like an asylum
is an institution
used to relieve
the afflictions
of my insanity
am I really lucid?
'cause these thoughts
in my head
I can't explain
I want to go away
but the only way out
is not an exit
so i drift off
down a corridor
of my own prison
pausing occasionally
to look back
over my shoulder
as if paranoid
of the demons
in which I've created
are they real?
or are they just illusions
I ask myself,"Why?"
"Why me?", I say
and in return
out of nowhere
some one answers
"Why not?"
~~sLaCkEr
copyright2007
