The Patient Mental

Long halls, white rooms
A cage, a name
Rat 41, distress
The rest is imagination

Where have I been?
A pain in my body
I taste blood
Where is my home?
Cruel eyes
A hand is reaching for me
The rest is imagination

Is it raining outside?
Is there a sun?
Is there a sky?
Is there compassion?

Dazzling lights
Needles, injections
Almond eyes giving hope
In the night, almond eyes
The rest is imagination

Human Crossing by Project Pitchfork (Yes, even though that's a Mudvayne title. Shush)

Ah, my poor boy Tea.

This picture is from when he was younger, and first started to see shadows and shapes whilst in the lab and would scream and cry. The doctors thought that Tea had gone crazy, and put him in a straitjacket and into solitary confinement. There he lost all personality and effectively became a mute, until he was needed no more and released, and miraculously his mind returned.
I took reference from the pose from Sabriell's photo of her Bermann BJD.

I haven't drawn in over a month!

Tea © *redderz