Visions

A little poem about the transition from functioning psycho to twisted pillar of society.

Admit a victim to your head

Surrender to your mind

Torture them the best you can

But never be unkind

 

Paranoia creeping through

Trade your freedom for the cure

Make a show of guilt and fear

You can never be too sure

 

Always play your little games

And hide them from your wife

Be sure to purchase what you need

To get you through your life

 

Admit a prophet to your head

Shine white light across your mind

Spread the word as best you can

But never be unkind

Author's Note

Do you maybe think it's a little boring?