Doctors Prognosis Poem by Jason none

My doctors prognosis 
Is severe psychosis 
Only form of diagnosis
Stronger medication 
And up the doses
They weighed the cons 
And they weighed the pros
Its just safer for everyone
If I am simply just comatose 

Down the hall
I hear them call
Medication to all
I'll have to crawl
My one leg is numb
I had better hurry
If I want to get some

Demons remind me 
The pills make us weak
Hid the pills between 
Your gum and your cheek
Into the bathroom quietly sneak
Make sure the nurse doesn't peak
Drop them in and flush them down
Just pretend you took a leak

They soon will learn
When my superpowers return
In hell they will all burn
Every last one
Will get his and her turn

Remove the piping 
Within the lacing
From the mattress
That they call my bed

When the orderly arrives
I'll take him by surprise 
With this cord tightly wrapped
Around the base of his head

His body now dead
I twirl him around
He plummets to the ground 
As I used him to make my path
His lifeless corpse falls
Thrown threw the glass
I hobble to the edge
Climb out onto the ledge
I look down
Like a king with a crown
As my kingdom
Stares upon a bloody
Puddle on the ground

The nurses bust in
With a dance and a song
I said I can fly
They answered 
What if your wrong
But I knew deep down 
That I could fly all along
So I jumped
To my death I fell
Now I fly with angels
But I truly feel that hell
Is where I belong

The moral of the story take your pills when your supposed to

I didn't listen to the doctors and I almost paid the price