PsychoA Poem by IrishSaint0771The feeling your going to go mad one day and you cant help it...
White walls,
straight jacket. Nothing to do, No one to see Psycho. Images everywhere, Blood, cuts, pain. Everyone dead, Only one around. Psycho. Just sitting, Alone, in the corner. No one around, But myself. Psycho. Just white walls. And my straight Jacket. I'm a Psycho. © 2012 IrishSaint0771Reviews |
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4 Reviews Added on May 9, 2012 Last Updated on May 9, 2012 AuthorIrishSaint0771Seneca Falls , NYAboutYou know what they say about the Irish, Their language is slang and their bar stories are.... What was i talkin about? I need another beer. more..Writing
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