elena winters - crazy i think not

all alone in this crazy home trapped in this room
no one here to talk too

but what i hear a whisperin soul

i am not crazy

the walls begin to make strange faces the devil itself

no i am not crazy

where did these scars come from i didnt do this
it was that shadow of darkness

no i'm definitely not crazy

who is dat woman in the bloody white gown
a slit at the throat the fire in her eyes

i am not crazy

docters come to give me my dosage

dead
cut to pieces
blood every where
my insides are my outsides

they said i was crazy

but i'm not i'm insane

elena winters

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crazy-i-think-not/