Another Night In Solitary Confinement

The nurses want to kill me
and take me to the river of souls
to drown my spirit in gospels and infidels.
I can't trust them with their lips like fish,
and so many silver scales falling from their ribs.

They take me to HDU for hallucinating,
and I'm surrounded by the evil spirits.
They lead me gently into the "quiet room",
isolated on a grey mattress as cold as my soul.

I can feel insects crawling beneath my flesh.
I try to tear them out, but the psychiatrist says
not to damage my hands. He says it's my reality;
distorted by delusions and hallucinations.
But they don't know what it's like inside my head;
they don't know what my reality looks like.