Coloring Psychiatry Vivid

I'll turn this room into a piece of art
And I'll do it by painting the walls with my brains.

Brilliant reds and pinks can spray the ceiling
I'll be sure to see some of the crimson hues pool on the floor.

These white padded walls may trap my body inside
But my mind strolls about the halls blotting out the peeking eyes
Always watching. Never blinking.

Irises of Violet and Emerald stare through a bared door.
With my piercing screams their Pupils contract,
Color cracks spilling neon tones around gleaming pinholes.

After such a vivid array of sights unseen
My mind washes brains off the padded rooms top,
It sucks all pigment from the crimson puddles.

I am left with intermixing grays while I grab both shoulders.
A spark of vibrance lights my fitted Jacket on fire.
And I'm left in my padded room to burn as a human spectrum of color.