White Asylum
I love red!
Wanna know why?
Come on, I think you know!
I’ll help you out!
The
runny then crusty,
gushing then sealed,
but always
thick,
oozing,
smooth
kind of red is my favorite.
Can you figure it out yet?
That red that only flows with punctures,
but then cannot stop.
At least for a while.
Sometimes it cascades
like
a
waterfall.
Sometimes a soft trickle
like
a
calm
stream.
But, sadly,
overtime,
just like an artist with his paint,
it gets dry and flaky.
Now you know what I’m talking about!
I’m positive!
Haha yes, I know I’ve gone mad.
I love it.
Embrace it with my entire being!
I think thats why I'm here.
I never get to see red anymore.
They keep me locked away in these
padded
bleached
blinding
white
walls.
Surrounded by plain.
I really do miss the color red.
i used to see so much of it.
It was a masterpiece.
And I was the mysterious maestro.
Until someone ratted me out!
Not so anonymous anymore!
Gotta tell everybody!
Hmmm, shoulda turned them red too.
Didn't have the time……
Why are you still there?
Have I not made you insane yet?
Good luck sleeping tonight.
Don’t close both eyes.
Thats when I visit.
I make sure you are not looking.
Before you leave and never see your life again.
Sadly, I’m in here.
And you are out there.
Not so many white walls where you are.
Do me a favor, will you?
See some red tonight.
I have lost count of how many days since my last masterpiece.
I really do miss it….
Anyway!
This has been the most pleasant of visits!
Please come again!
Just one thing to remember:
Don’t close both eyes.
That’s when I come.
And I won’t let you go like last time.
I think I watch too many movies about serial killers......