DOCTOR TESLA

I found some poems and writings    
hidden away  
in a cabinet , rusty  
slow decay    
on my third floor    
the walls and rafters    
dirty gray    
   
at the end of the corridor    
a window , bleak    
its glass painted black    
scratched and clawed    
the sunlight creeps    
squinting    
and dancing on the wall    
   
screams to my left    
laughing to my right    
pills given    
with flickering lights    
drooling now    
the subject in tune    
in manipulated    
temporary delight