asylum
a room
so dark, so afraid of the sunlight
rotting, the splinters imbedded in shadow and skin
of the blood line.
in circles traverse from one end
and coerse trhu the time line
the wounds are still itching
infected thru the stitches of my life
my eyes wouldnt close, not this time
the scraps would float by
lies, written in sweat and frenzied dialect
designed to describe how we felt inside
in corners
the leftovers combine and form new life
new sounds emit on a perilous tone
mixed with blood and fragments of bone
left behind
shards of ourselves that we couldnt resell
ripped apart from us,
held high on a shelf, out of sight
out of my mind
the broken pencils, broken fingernails
blood on the door frames from the hearts
that assailed them, pumping to high
wide awake thru the night
frantic pace, tooo excited
the voices still wisper inside
fist to the plaster, guitar to the wall
we, thus afflicted, withstood it all
curtains closed tight
no salvation is welcome, at least not this time
the papers still coming, source undeterred
we're not fininshed yet
i feel it still hurting, burning me alive
only the table remains now
covered in writing and blood
those few souls.
we carried the messege,
we spoke thru our scars
now the silence reminds me of why
i went that far
into the dark.
so when the light came
i wouldnt be blind
i will not be blind.
"i will ot let you die"
shaking me back to life
as all these years pass unnoticed by
so dark, so afraid of the sunlight
rotting, the splinters imbedded in shadow and skin
of the blood line.
in circles traverse from one end
and coerse trhu the time line
the wounds are still itching
infected thru the stitches of my life
my eyes wouldnt close, not this time
the scraps would float by
lies, written in sweat and frenzied dialect
designed to describe how we felt inside
in corners
the leftovers combine and form new life
new sounds emit on a perilous tone
mixed with blood and fragments of bone
left behind
shards of ourselves that we couldnt resell
ripped apart from us,
held high on a shelf, out of sight
out of my mind
the broken pencils, broken fingernails
blood on the door frames from the hearts
that assailed them, pumping to high
wide awake thru the night
frantic pace, tooo excited
the voices still wisper inside
fist to the plaster, guitar to the wall
we, thus afflicted, withstood it all
curtains closed tight
no salvation is welcome, at least not this time
the papers still coming, source undeterred
we're not fininshed yet
i feel it still hurting, burning me alive
only the table remains now
covered in writing and blood
those few souls.
we carried the messege,
we spoke thru our scars
now the silence reminds me of why
i went that far
into the dark.
so when the light came
i wouldnt be blind
i will not be blind.
"i will ot let you die"
shaking me back to life
as all these years pass unnoticed by