Where wild minds come to rest
I need to get out of this place. this is not a question. what am i to do. i cant think straight. my madness is addictive yet becoming dangerous. I am but a passenger time disappears day dream never ending. homicidal grandiose fame who am I. I don't trust the doctors they will say I am delusional. fantasies reality watching from above. did it happen who wrote that it was me I know but I don't know why. My fantasies spill over into reality before but this is real catch me if you can this time.loosing time loosing my mind drifting as if my consciousness it but a myth. A bank robbery will see.........