The past two weeks have certainly been filled with their own special brand of madness, but I'm here to report that the initial Poetry Project that I started when I began my adventure with HYSTERIA has reached a following of 600+ people on Twitter today. Talk about true insanity!
So true to my word, I'm here to give you a taste of the muse herself. Tonight, I give you a patient that cries herself to crazy. A patient that can't distinguish fact from fiction, reality from fantasy.
Remember, madness lives inside of us all.
It's just a matter of finding it, and knowing how to keep it hidden.
Stephanie M. Wytovich
In the corner she wept,And when I asked her name,
She looked at me,
Eyes wide in question,
Reflecting the coolest of blues
Like a wave at high tide
And she whispered my name,
Her lips moving in sync with mine,
Her tears streaming down my cheeks
We were in unisonThe broken half to the whole
That found each otherLocked away in the asylum
Trapped in the mind’s fog
Where we tried to ignore, tried to forget
That nurses can become patients
When madness has no prejudice to its host
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