Images In An Empty Head

“Images In An Empty Head”

Watching the TV set,
I an old cell,
The Sandman and crazies have met,
But there is one who hasn’t fell,

He stares blankly,
As the images form,
If you ask me,
His mind’s gone like a dried up worm,

But as he stares,
Images form in an empty head,
Of his life in carnivals and fairs,
Then the man in the ring is dead,

He screams from the darkness,
As the puzzle is made,
And cleared is the mess,
As the sanity fades,

As the injection does its work,
Realization strikes ahead,
Where insanity doth lurk,
As images form in an empty head.