Asylum

As I walk through the halls, hearing the overjoyed laughter of others. It seems but a dream its to bright and clouded. Then I remember I'm not in where I once was but locked up in a doengen of delusion, a pit of missery. The laughing I hear was from the shock room rearranging his mind by zaps and zings. Laughing is the breaking point. Pills are the empty path that you an't hide. Taking action I try running to the door but it's hopeless he is gone mouth open eyes glazed over... empty... I scream "monsters!" "Monsters in white cloaks saying you shall, you can help..." I strugle against them pushing and trying to break free. Taken away by the needle in my neck the sweet pain the inject me with. I know where there taking me I've seen it before the white room. Soft and plush with a jacket that restrains my movements they tell you "Its for your own good once you've clam down and won't hurt yourself or the other emates we'll let you out." I know better they know I'm aware of the expreiments and I'll be next in line.