I.
The devil is right outside
my window.
I never knew he dressed
in all black.
He says hello
and I see the bag of mail
he's carrying.
The devil is not
a mailman.
What is my brain doing to me?
II.
Time to take my pills.
The nurse hands me
the cup.
The big black one
will **** me.
"It's a vitamin,"
says the nurse.
"Nothing bad
is going to happen
to you."
Mar 23, 2011
Mar 23, 2011 at 1:37 PM UTC
I.
The devil is right outside
my window.
I never knew he dressed
in all black.
He says hello
and I see the bag of mail
he's carrying.
The devil is not
a mailman.
What is my brain doing to me?
II.
Time to take my pills.
The nurse hands me
the cup.
The big black one
will **** me.
"It's a vitamin,"
says the nurse.
"Nothing bad
is going to happen
to you."
Another poem about my mental breakdown. This is from my stay in the psych ward. These were delusions that I had.
