Copyright ©1993 John Wm Beckner - All Rights Reserved
Harsh words and deepest lows Hidden secrets, nobody knows The phone is on but the number unlisted Deep inside I’m WARPED & TWISTED So many tricks and so many lies Too many whens and too many whys I’m not special, I’m not gifted I’m just me, WARPED & TWISTED Sleeping awake and choking on a dream Listening loudly to a silent scream The demons come ahead and soon are enlisted Lost in someone so WARPED & TWISTED On my knees, alive yet dead Look at the invisible blood I’ve shed I’m not gone, my mind has drifted Don’t expect much, I’m WARPED & TWISTED Burnt out, wasted, empty and hollow Today is just yesterday’s tomorrow The stars flamed out, the ashes sifted I am still me, WARPED & TWISTED Death, once feared, now I seek Fighting all enemies now I’m meek Fighting the tears, my thoughts have shifted I cry out loud, I’m WARPED & TWISTED To the psych center, they said I must go And stay there while I was feeling low After many days there I finally felt liftedNo longer was I WARPED & TWISTEDBut I remain WARPED & TWISTED
Written while an inpatient in the psych unit of Baptist Hospital in Winston-Salem, NC.