Blueprint of the mind of a psychopath

This is not living.

This is not sane.

The walls are caving in as this satanic satire plays a symphony.

My Brain tries to compute, like a typewriter racing against a macbook.

Outdated…

Unappreciated…

Old fashioned, without a spirit to imbibe.

This is not living.

This is not sane.

The walls are caving in and there’s no escape.

My mind is now a farce.

The laughs can be heard from miles away.

This is not living.

This is not sane.

This is not living.

This is not sane.

“Patient X, have you taken your meds today?”

Unshackle these buckles from this jacket.

As I sit upright and STRAIGHT.

This is not living…

This is not sane…

Whatever it is, I think I’m going insane.

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