Doctor says I’m out of order.

Couldn’t pinpoint my disorder.

Voices in my head, I told her.

She said,” €•]%#+*,”

and put her notes into

my newborn folder.

My friends used to say

that I’m out of order.

I told ‘em all - I couldn’t agree more.

They told me,”|>’œp;,”

I watched their words

like paintings on the sinking floor.

Wife said she agrees with Doctor.

I broke her heart and

put her out of order.

I told her,” ≈_>|£\•]+#^~€]>!”

She smacked me in the face

and told me to get older.

She walked away,

tears on her face.

She turned around

and whispered,” </3 •%+]=|>_•.”

The padded walls keep

saying that I’m out of order.

I say I don’t believe them,

But it only seems it’s getting colder.

The voices in my head,

they just keep getting louder.

I can hear them,

now that it’s the Devil’s hour.

They’re screaming, “‘#+=]¥_>^~+{••!”

•[*|*~£][==_£~{¥[•|••_

={=[^^|€£~¥\¥_£€|€!!?,{^\*

•_•_€~£*{*[£¥_€~^}{*]¥•

}*{+[€~€£\, …}^[+•|€|£.

You know what I mean?

Well, I guess it’s time I

finally follow orders.