Insane part one and two

This padded rooms got me questioning my mental health, perhaps the zooming sounds in my head, constantly is what this is all about. hopefully the doctor wrote me a note for the no show, guarantee i know how its all gonna go though, "hell no you cant come back do you even know where your fucking heads at? let me guess, nevermind dont answer that", footsteps across the hall, for a second, sounded like a whimpered call. At my dismay ,i hear the doctor say, "Welcome to Pastor Falls, manufactured many years ago, a place for fractured souls,




with a low success rate and no funding there's no such thing as miracles." My head runs down the padded white wall, into my hands where I can see nothing at all. Visions start to enthrall, the room starts to get small then appears a man standing about 7 foot tall. He looks down and says "Why are you in such a glum mood, my old friend?" I look up "I've lost my mind and i've broken my pen." "I'll make a deal with you, for your child's soul you can have everlasting ink." It was done, didn't even give me any time to think. In a flash, he was gone and left me with my pen, but I never did get to see the shadow man again.





The screams softened over the years, I let go of some tears, but nothing could stop my inevitable fears, he had returned, not in physical form that image had been burned, but in a psychological form that the demon had earned, hiding behind the twinkle in my eyes, manipulating my tongue to produce lies, it was obvious that he was using me as a disguise, this demon would seek nothing but my demise, as he produced lightning and thunder from the skys, destroying everything in its path no matter the size, that's when I realized, sleep paralysis paralyzed, that I subconsciously gave into this demons bag of lies.

Over the time of his mediation, hibernation or maybe the medication, Something changed, I grew up over the years mentally and emotionally as a mental patient, as i count down the days of my release, this disease of manifestation so to speak has grown, weak or so they think, he has grown weekly is more the way i feel...
If I learned anything in this ordeal...
you can't fix whats totally broken...
and always keep your lips sealed,
when being spoken to by this inner demon..
oh how I cant wait to start the...screaming....
Just a few more days...I'll be leaving...