Saturday, March 13, 2010

Locked lunacy.

moreBlocked, blocked from the world,
in some hospital for the criminally insane,
lies this crazy girl.

Sitting in her dingy and dusty room,
her life is like doom.
Her attire,
so dirty,
deserves to be put in the fire.
She's tearing her hair.
she's forgot ton who she is and where.

This crazy lunatic,
always very hysteric,
dangerous to be with,
her constant fits,
with craziness she's been hit.

She may never be the same again,
now most of the time all she does is weep and wail,
so crazy, so dangerous,
she's in a hospital for the criminally insane.

She wasn't always like this,
desolation, agitation, complication, frustration,
she thought she wasn't good enough for the nation.
She was driven to the point of being crazy,
the exact reason people are still quite hazy.
She killed,
she became happier by the increasing amount of blood she spilled.

Today locked up,
locked up in the muck.
at leading a normal life, she has no luck,
bruised with cuts,
she's depressed, she's lost her guts.
she ain't going to live much longer,
she's the sense of danger.
Locked up,
locked from the world,
this crazy psychotic girl.


Picture from the net- (http://divyanovel.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/silence.jpg)

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