Artist in the Asylum: A Cryptic Triptych.
PART 2
Another day spent in here
amidst my clouded walls.
They stare and call me crazy,
for fighting these creatures.
My creations are attacking
for I gave them their life.
The pack leader climbs the wall
saying he has a key to my soul.
I try hard to bat him away,
But he sits and grins back.
Blood falls from the ceiling
and yet I know not whose.
Passersby laugh at me
as I swim in the sky.
A red rain falls on my face,
and Hell has opened wide.
Those infernal birds return-
fanged vultures instead of sparrows.
Time for another dose
Of the drug I created.
The colors go to war
Who once made me happy.
The smiles that once came
are now razored and gaped jaws.
As I cram in the corner,
a vision appears on the wall.
I see a tree in my red clouds,
With a dead man nailed to it.
As valkyries circle overhead,
I see the dead come to life.
{CK}
Part 3 to come Thursday morning.
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