Demon's Prison

This poem is narrated by two voices, the patient, and the doctor. It takes place in a mental health psych ward. Try to figure out which voice is which, and you'll find this all the more interesting.

Demon’s Prison

 

Write your name down on the wall

While you watch your people fall

In this nightmare, I’m appalled by

Everyone makes light not apologize

Swords that dance around my feet

Bleeding swollen take a seat and come to meet your new doctor, your defeat

Who fosters you like a father falling farther harder inside his name, the only meaning while you’re screaming, call him pain

He’s not going to take you for a walk or give you a nice cup of coffee or some kind words

Lost herd look here there’s a monster to guide your mind until you're open wide with false pride like a fatal dose of cyanide under the sight of my third eye wide like hell gates we’ll pave the way to recreate a reason to suicide no need to be alive surviving in this pig sty

Why’re you crying as the world is lying, redefining the spine of the man, realigning the whining in my ears defying fear screaming tears with the gears in my head

That allow a hollow skull to think the armour of a dead man’s brink the stink of a plethora of festering grey matter, broken, bloodied, runny like a bruised bladder human beings are not machines they are so malleable nowhere near infallible, searching for what's salvageable irrespective of what's valuable 

I feel them slipping and slithering through my brittle disease riddled mind and crushed slowly cutting through my flesh, so palpable, dutifully, delightfully making art of my life, leaving nothing behind, warping my ugly brain cells only the clean calming caress of the blade of the scalpel cutting can shatter me

Eat me up alive until your satisfied, splatter my anatomy so savagely like red paint all over your white-walled hospital canvas because I’m a vivid abstract image of impossible absolute madness

A stone heart visage still managing, privileged morals slanted, livid, half the man I used to be, continue to live not mattering, primitive abandoned dreams, unfit to be

But I'm still standing, demanding to keep suffering like I’m less than nothing quick to admit my own stupidity, like flattery for a tattered being, madness for dirty themes I’m disposable bits that cannot call it quits because s***s like me digest our scattered dreams of insanity one syllable one slice of vice at a time with a damaged virus rattled fragile mind

A defecation of God's creation left behind, putting myself back together alive as a stitched leather poem of grey mattered trash, 

Show ‘im a hodgepodge Franken Steins monster of rhyme weathering omens of the past, even if I'm battered I will never shatter burn down the bridges of my path, cold boned, mashed, frozen, cast in stone, until the day my dazed mirage of miracles has been stolen, put together of heavy memories holding steady moulded together like a concrete column golem

I’m like the mad hatter while the cattle chatter a man-eater devouring a walking disaster towering a master of meat leaner than the beef in the cold freezer

Cleaner than a fiend want some fried weenier and a litre of cold semen to go with the other frozen features I’ll scoop some from inside deeper in this man’s mind like a slip and slide don’t know where the meat might hide my mouth waters my jaws wide with the mention of insides

I’m feeding us creepers give thanks to the reaper that scythe sure is a keeper I’m a wife beater, a flesh eater, a soul cheater, a life leaver, a soothsayer, a price payer, of a life’s labour, a false saviour, a manslayer, a mad slaver, a nice wager

A microwave heater with a cold fever a believer in the sleepers that live beneath your sneakers

I revere the monsters in the mirror the freaking seekers, the silent speakers with a lukewarm beer muffling the suffering with the soothing touch of a hushing reaper ethereal leechers leering at the queers who don’t deserve the erection they steer period taking the election right in their rears furious

Clearly, their yearly allowance of prowess malice callous fragile palace phallic never meant math balancing the metallic howling taste in my mouth bask in the power a cold shower every hour calories tasting sour valour for the cowards who wouldn’t allow it

Gotta get out of this place, won’t let my flesh go to waste

As the medicational situational paste defaces my innards I feel like chopped liver delivering a shout for help as I quiver slithering shivering withering under the scissors again

When I feel the bend of the needle against my fettle flesh real, lush, as it pulls apart my skull and dives inside my mind, hush, my head slush of mush I realize I need to renovate behind the eyes there’s no need to rush the encounter, clean things up, from the froth of this blood fountain counting the mountain of brain shouting hours, my mouth waters my muscles coddled like a dogs' saliva feeling like a newborn child straight from the vagina, calling out for mama, trauma that followed me, made me into a writer, an honest fighter, rewriting my dogma

They’ve slaughtered, diced, quartered us in mortar I’m sorta hopeless wounds reopened watching it happen all over again misshapen fapping screaming moping broken hopeless while they’re laughing as they witness witless weakness because men are monsters never honest, secretive empty wanderers, sponsored devils malevolent martyrs relevant intelligent excellent hunters, punishers bellowing out a concert an onslaught of angry words that they’re telling me yelling systemically affecting me mentally, saying that I should be honoured, just caught like a thought that I never wanted, flaunted by my memories of dismembered meat garnered, disregarded, bothered,  haunted, harnessed, ready for harvest

And I’m rattled battling in the hell of a cataclysmic dog eat dog world, and I’ve seen so much rancid meat go to waste facing a race of rapists full of hatred realistic satists running rampant impatient to continue defecating all over creation, ruining what has awakened naked, a vagrant fragrant with the fragments of a one ward nation

I’m hungry but when I look at the faces I want to hurl

The body is sacred as well as the soul, whether you are a boy or a girl

And I am no longer whole, not like when I came out the mould, cannot fill this hole inside of my hide, my mind, my insides, never choose to be sold of their sources' own, my past was cast aside in suicide, leaving me the bones, homeless and alone, this is the greatest suffering I have ever known

So I’ll write my name down on the wall

Regardless of what I’m labelled, or called, for what is left of me at all

Regardless of my disgust, as my once able mind rusts in these unclean crusted halls, the place where gold hearts fall

Regardless of the scars, how I’ve been discarded, bartered with, without obvious consequence, ripped apart and parted with myself, became something else in the way I’ve been devoured, like sweet and sour pork, clam chowder, mauled batter, as their teeth chatter, spit splattered as they open wide madly saying; salty, sour, savoury, flavory, torched!

I feel swallowed, appalled, repulsed, warped, befallen, hollow, empty bone marrow, for the flesh was taken from my wounds, eaten by cowards, completely consumed, see what the world will take away from you when you push back against power

When you fight and you lose

People are flowers on a highway, their innocence used, abused, their happiness behind them, and it’s a long walk if you choose to refuse to stay silent, to fight them, to rise from the dirt grave indignant of later days like a bolt of lightning on the pavement, you’ll be crushed for your valour and statement, through violence and malice, hatred, crushed under the wheels of this righteous god of a machine, rightly shattered, bruised, betrayed, remade a monster, a liar, unrequired, unneeded, defeated, through trial by fire

Deleted uninspired, the flame dies in the wreckage, the world beckons, taught me this life lesson, perspired, I reckon to stride and struggle in the darkness, please, just one more second before I disembark, bring me one last miracle before I rot into turmoil under the soil, and fade into the stark fields of ethereal pretending the nightmare wasn’t real

I wrote my name down on the wall

While I watched the world crumble and fall

Will it please be over, say that's all?

Mauled in the demon prison, the devil risen continues to call

I feel like a victim hidden within these halls

I know we've been abandoned by God

 

Author's Note

I very seldom reply to reviews, but I promise I read EVERY single one. I look forward to my next review because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be ecstatic to have the chance to hear what you have to say. Whenever you write something about my poems, or the themes of my poems, or criticize me it is not in vain. I will listen, learn and be thankful.

Reviews

[wordman]

wow,and just in time for halloween,paranoid rocks

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To me the poem is really good, and I love the 'two voices' part. ...it makes this poem much interesting. The characters are so amazingly depicted here that it creates a perfect imagery of the ward.
You are amazing man... 👍👍👍..Just keep it up!
I am not writing for both the poems but it's as good as this one is... But I think you are going to do a bit more with that one.
Thanks for sharing and Good Luck! As always.

[LazerRays]

First off, this is a great tale. I love the Halloween aurora and a touch of horror. The only thing is that it's not really paragraphed and the whole thing is mashed together. This makes it a bit hard to read. Maybe paragraphing and indenting would help :)

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

I'll edit it then, thanks for checking it out!

[LazerRays]

No problem skull brother