I'm stuck here against my will
I got here by tracking a demon
I was just curious, but I probably shouldn't have been trespassing
I had reached the lake of fire itself before the cops were called
I candidly tried to explain to them my search for the Devil
They were perplexed and asked me to come with them
I followed them peacefully to the back of their SUV
The seats are kind of lumpy, and made of hard plastic
They delivered me from evil
They brought me to the hospital, where I am now
I intended to raise hell for as long as I was being detained
Pulling fire alarms was my go-to tool of havoc
Calling the police for help was next
I was chemically restrained for my rebellion
I passed out for my first night of rest in two days
The next day was no different
I made an escape when the power was down
They caught me in the next room casually strolling about
I am listed as an "elopement risk"
I don't want to be here
I demanded to talk to my rights advisor as soon as I could
"You are at risk of causing harm to yourself"
There hasn't been any harm to myself
The other patients in here are special people
They seem more confused than I am
Like they don't know why they're in here
I'm in here because I'm feeling an explosive energy from within
Elation mixed with insight
My brain is on fire with creative energies
I see the spirits of the world dancing fluidly across the walls of the hospital
Everything has meaning now
Colours are brighter and speak to me with emotion
Witches are living breathing people
I've seen them work their magic
There are some stuck in here with me
They aren't evil, they just have their own magical abilities
I think I'm a warlock
In simpler times we would have been the cornerstone of the tribe
Forecasting events in good faith and providing guidance to those in need
Now we are outcast to facilities and the streets
For choosing rhyme over reason
Finally, the doctor has time to see me
I invite him to my world of magic and meaning
Show him the secrets in a simple deck of cards
He doesn't believe
Gives me medication I refuse to take
Now they're challenging my ability to make my own decisions
I am a capable individual and I refuse your treatment
I don't want to do what he says
I can hold my own, for now
The right to choose my treatment is being transferred to my parents
They're going to make me take the meds
What if I become a different person?
I want to stay myself
This will change everything
Fearing another needle in my rump, I take the meds without a fuss
Slowly I come down from my world of witches and warlocks
I feel anxious but sober
The doctor says I'm bi-polar
And my recent behaviour can be attributed to a manic episode
Was it all a delusion?
- Jacob Burns
