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.

by Jessi Miller

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