Literature
Miss May I
Mother May I please help me,
For I think i've gone insane.
The things I see,
The things I taste hallucinate my dreams,
Distorted figures fill my room and laugh at every thought,
Fakes slaughter my theories on why i've gone crazy.
Mother May I Mother May I,
Im stuck in a rut.
Boney fingers,
Blades of death,
Hold me against my will.
I try to run, I try to hide.
But no one is there to help me.
Mother May I who are these people?
Their eyes hurt me,
Their words punctuate my throat.
I cant feel my arms.
I see the light letting me free,
But someone locked me in.
My mind is corrupted.
Everything is dazed and all I can do is scr