My Sanitarium

Unholy Sanctums whirling about.
Chaos and Utter fear Ripples through my Veins.
My Endorphins begin to cool down, But i'm Racked with one more spasm.
Blood Rips out of my body, Spoonful by spoonful.
And my Jacket is Torn to Shreds.
My Sanitarium is natural, believe it or not.
Schizophrenics will tell you, Your Forhead gets hot.
You double over, and your juices spill forth,
It's MY Sanitarium, not yours.
Leave me be, or See my Wrath.
It's coming for me, no? I think you are wrong.
Unholy Sanctums whirling about.
hold that thought dont spew it out.
If he hates you he hates you, dont bother about it
if he likes you he likes you, and you will have your own way.
My Sanitarium is calling....