White walls.
Tight jacket.
Give the solution to fix this illusion.
Skin raddles with harmful addiction.
Itching, cracking, dried out from sweating.
Ping the metal like a stonemason.
Ears ringing humanity leaving.
Silence bestow upon me.
Trapped within my own mind.
Emotionless like a corpse.
Harmless like a baby.
Rotting like an apple.
Brought to peace by Dr. Cruel and his assistant Inhumane.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow Gary this is very powerful and stark good for you well dome