Most times I try not to let it show,

these enemies are mine, and mine alone.

Doctors put them there, that I know.

Those

One flew over the cuckoo's nest
White ribbons weave though my mind,
Tracing the route of insanity
They tie them selves up inside,
Amidst

Sometimes I wonder if I have a soul,
Sometimes I wonder if I have a heart...

So What if I watch myself bleed?
Aren't they

Malcontent of soul

Is Insanity in sum

Which takes its' toll

In perilous glum

A metaphoric darkness

A malevolent gloom

Nonsensical

Commonsense restrains me with a noose of normality,
routine has blocked my pathway around the bend;
but I want to bathe in