Asylum UnLife

My locked room once was white.
though now it stains to grey and red.
I sit here in the darkest night.
sometimes i wonder if I am dead.

But then They come and tell me true.
I've not been released yet.
They've still more terror to send through.
and They'll not soon let me forget.

The doctors who come they say They're not real.
as they inject my arm with the poison for sleep.
I try to argue, but I no longer feel.
nightmares are pulling me into the deep.

The doctors ask me what I see.
though they think it crazy "dreams."
I tell them just to let me be.
for in they're eyes there's a manic gleam.

I want just for my small room.
stained with blood from me and others.
for the black roses now in bloom.
for the vultures, who are my brothers.

But sadly neither They, nor them
ever will see fit to release me.
for from both terrors evil stems.
and to the prison of my mind, there is no key.