Fury rattles the brain – schizophrenia.  Psychiatry  

is a foreign language. Demons are whispering friends,  

angels a refuge, masturbation relieves the temporarily.  

Isolated for weeks that never end, the eye in the sky  

watches every move. Styrofoam trays come timely 

as I shed the pounds.  

My appearance turns barbaric as I drift into oblivion, 

controlled by pharmaceuticals, wrapped naked in a vest. 

I scream and the guilt turns insane. 

Drowning in vomit, forgotten by those that condemned me, 

my soul shivers in madness. Just another day  

in the Protective Observation Cell.