I let my fingers graze the mesh of my cage
as my flesh cuts form the rage of past patients delusions to "escape".

I am blessed with the whites of the crux moon
to swim in it's beams it streams
allowing me to live in my daydreams
of the pearls in the graveyard I overlook.

Here I sit in my windowsill
looming over reality
as madness roams the exterior of my walls.

Hell dwells in children's eyes.

Living.
   Breathing.
      Madness.