[Soul Dreamer]

Crying for Sanity

Rain falls,
against the blood stained windows,
of my life,
as i beg for release,
from this prison,
of stress and fear.

I look out,
Through the running red glass,
at a world as bright,
as the moon.

The children run, skip, and laugh,
as couples hold hands,
in the park,
Roses line the walk ways,
Rainbows and stars grace the sky.

I look down,
at my blood soaked clothes,
and upon my scarred, aching wrists,
and blink back tears.

I hear the cries,
from the other rooms,
as the insane fill the air,
with their morbid call,
reminding me that this prison,
is my home,
for i am insane,
and those outside,
are not...