3 September 2012
Weapons for the wicked,
Wrapped in straight jackets,
Wake me up, sleepless,
White walls to hit,
Restless,
Asleep inside a dream,
Striking my fist,
Shattering into scarlet glass,
And dropping my glass ice mask,
Shards broken on the floor,
Unmasking evil &
unlocking a lock to a forbidden door.
Laughing into insanity, erasing reality,
Bleeding the life back into me.
Silent Sarcasm • Opuss № I