In a room clad in white, gleaming with all its might
Enclosed in cold, only for one to hold
Liquid rose scatters the ongoing white
Only to case dire pain
This prison of the insane.

The dark, silencing an angel's hark
No wings to carry on, everything is gone
No one to hold on to the dark
Abyss of falling vain
This pit of the insane.

Puzzles of mind, tearing the hide
Locked in thorns, never to be born
Alone to die
In that sane sanitarium reign
This mind of the insane.