PsYcO's PsYcHiAtRiSt

by ♥£♂t♂∟ΩkI§§♥   Jul 2, 2006


"How are you today?"
"I'm fine."
"Let's take a look into your mind."
"Open up and prepare to scream."

He takes the scalpel and cuts the seam.
From fingertips to elbow
The blood comes oozing out.
But his lips are sealed
He doesn't make a shout.

Again he asks himself
"How are you today?"
And people laugh cause his mind replies
"I'm on holiday."

"Look at all these circles,
Look at all these squares,
Tell me what do you see?"
"Sorry, there's nothing there."

"OK well can you tell me
What you dreamed about last night?"
He just stares into the mirror
His fingernails he starts to bite.

"There's been so many fatalities,
I can't tell what's reality
You take your fantasies seriously
When you're on my side of the wall."
"And no one uses honesty
They just laugh and watch you fall."

"Well I guess we are done for the day,
I hope you get some rest."

He smiles at himself and places a hand upon his chest.

"Thank you doc, you know that you will always be the best."

He straightens up so quickly and
Lays down on his bed.
All the help he'll ever need
Is right here in his head.

His wife walks in and asks
"Who were you talking to?"

He just blankly stares at her and replies,
"Hunny, I love you too."

TC©

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