The Doctors Could Be Patients

dark dankness descends
eerie moans float over head
piercing shrieks echo
across pale white walls
from hidden pains
blood falls and drips
we whisper quietly from parched lips
and watch silently  with shifting eyes
trying to follow
unsteady increments
called passing time
within denial no one
whishes to seek the truth
underneath all the careful lies
this place, this prison
demons hide behind bright beauty
look upon the inside
past their bright smiles
see our rotting flesh and dreams
festering wounds cracked
bodies contorted
these doctors parade around
wielding their vicious needles
as if they, demonic breed,
were glorious white knights
using their gleaming swords
to defend their
oh, so innocent brethren
from us; the enemy
while we sit strapped in corners
with melodic voices
floating in one ear, out the other
our eyes bulge with fear
from the wicked sounds only we
can hear
Frights only we can behold
hold; we're always alone
once you're placed in your jacket
that bright white straight
jacket
no one returns
to take the place of those empty arms
to them you're a lost cause
causing this is an effect?
never returning to their
standard of sanity
over a nonexistent brink
of sanity
where are we?
trapped in daymares and nighthorrors
that follow us slyly to reality
where we become a dying thing
a dying breed of dissimilar insanity
the doctors are our wardens
our horrors our hate
they take
my body, isn't mine
we've no say with speech taken away
to them there's no difference between
restraints/saints
we're just bloody razors
and bodiless voices
no better than the
electric; shock
the needle that brings our numbness
the scalpel to skin
does the pain end
we're drugged....dying
no one sees through their disguise
we're just crazy they say
mumbling and spouting crazy lies
but no one but us can see their insides
they're just like us