Dave - he said I'm going to make you **** a moose
Eric - he said to me yes A. Sturies you're another Walt Disney
Bucky - a real character who just talked baby talk
Leo - the black hebephrenic who'd wait with laughter at the most idle of chatter
Melvin G. - a hippie ex-Marine with PTSD who said the same thing happened to him that happened to me - being put in a straitjacket and flown out of stateside full territory getting roped into a serious "mental illness"
Melvin T. - a case of Tourette Syndrome, oh does he get insulting in my opinion
Tim - who's laugh and then cry, what an emotional rollercoaster I imagined him to be on
Bill - sort of a kind foreign bewildered stunned who waltzed around the work in circles for lock-up back in the day
Donald - who'd pretend to silence a doorknob on that same ward

This is permanent...

Her name carved into my flesh
Nights full of razor blades
And ******* out my lucky stars

Endless hours spent
In spectral dormitories of the soul
Sharing my bed with an unresponsive shadow

Fatal portraits and indecipherable mosaics
Of rusty blood and stale *****
And random hebephrenic blotches adorn the walls

...I don't remember doing that(?)

Failure to connect
Server not found
Session has expired

Take these moribund dreams from me
Bury them in the catacombs of my heart
With the rest of the headless children

Then bring me XL18 portable flamethrower
And my Swiss Army knife
So I can express myself with full poetic license

Have you ever witnessed catharsis
In budding roses of holocaust?

Have you ever witnessed self-realization
Measured in casualties?

...This **** is permanent.

This is permanent...

Her name carved into my flesh
Nights full of razor blades
And ******* out my lucky stars

Endless hours spent
In spectral dormitories of the soul
Sharing my bed with an unresponsive shadow

Fatal portraits and indecipherable mosaics
Of rusty blood and stale *****
And random hebephrenic blotches adorn the walls

I don't remember doing that(?)

Failure to connect
Server not found
Session has expired

Take these moribund dreams from me
Bury them in the catacombs of my heart
With the rest of the headless children

Then bring me my XL18 portable flamethrower
And my Swiss Army knife
So I can express myself with full poetic license

Have you ever witnessed catharsis
In budding roses of holocaust?

Have you ever seen self-realization
Measured in casualties?

...this **** is permanent.