The Sign
Madness
Flashes before my eyes
Blinding flashes
countless number of flashes
What are they, am I crazy?
Muzzled voices
from afar, I hear them
Talking about me,
Why are they talking about me?
Binded, I can�t move
Flashes, more flashes
What is happening?
Who is doing this to me?
Blurred vision
In a room, alone
My hands, I can not move my hands
I am too weak to yell
Faint Voices, foot steps
They are coming closer
getting louder, so unbearably loud
Thrashing, trying to get free
It is the Doctor, Panic sets in
NO
The lights come on, I see
The rubber room
The Men in white suits
I feel the needle pierce my skin
as a slip away...
Daniel Huron `00
