Where I'm headed
Empty room; dark mind
razor not so kind.
Rolled up sleeves,
blood that bleeds.
White stained red,
bullet to the head.
Eyes run black,
Mirrors cracked
White rooms,
all is doomed.
Straight jackets
no more racket.
Deathly silent,
very violent
pale skin
deadly thin
dead inside
soulless eyes,
impossible to hide.