" Hotel For The Insane "

The disillusionment that caved in my confidence
Came in waves, like troops counting cadence
The fact that my Love had gone this way
With my best friend, in the night, they'd gone astray
And left me on the marbled floor of my loneliness
And the beginning of my hearts dark decay....

In this unwelcomed, morose, drudgery
I tried to cry and found the effort much too great
So I lay upon the bottom of this pool of blood
On this, my Wedding Day
And mumbled a soft "goodbye"
Filled with hate......

And now in this Hotel For The Insane
I stare out the window into oblivions Pearly Gates
And I find I cannot pray or create
For this spell has morphed my life into constant gray
And medication will me keep these unholy days
A constant misery
May the truth always remain
Full of hate
At this Hotel For The Insane.....

Tony Taylor   (Chicago)