JM (12-27-90 / Duncan)

Psychotic's Story

Nightly walks in a graveyard
Thunderstorm rageing
Rain pouring down hard
Me, they are cageing

They have come for me
Takeing me away
Far away will I be
In a straight jacket will I lay

The reason for this
Is I tried to kill
Just for the bliss
They gave me a pill

The blade was pretty
It was shiney and sharp
The handle was a kitty
Holding a harp

The straight jacket is on
I'm in my special cell
I'm going to sleep, yawn
You're all going to hell.

User Rating: 5 / 5 ( 0 votes )

Other poems of MILLER (6)

Comments (0)

There is no comment submitted by members.