A more solemn sight there may not be,

than that of tortured mind locked far away.

Shattered beyond all mortal repair,

and no one else can ever care.


Silent whispers and wicked lies,

torment alone in padded space.

Crawl beneath a wretched skin,

and shunned by even those your kin.


But not all who are so strayed,

are bereft of hope and prayers for change.

A shadow holds on tight and sought,

to make you all so fraught.


Imprisoned with no silver key,

and savage thoughts that none can share.

Alone and backed to the furthest wall,

you reek of desperation to prevent your fall,

but here’s your chance you may yet dare,

for who you never can be.