The Walls

The Walls are deaf
to your screams, and
Blind to Pain.

I notice
Their Indifference in
Dreams.

(Yet

Here Most Lunatics
Are Sane.)

And love cuts a
Bloody hole,

Somewhere deep
Within,

Until you feel
A
Loss of Soul!!

(You no longer
Need to Question. )

+

So long ago

(it seems to me)

I 

Was A Happy Boy;

Who 

Never felt 

A

Day

of

Sorrow.

(Or need 

to

Self -Destroy.)