Jul 03, 2012 01:48
The clocks are stopped at half past four
The hinges are hanging off the door
The books are not stacked anymore
And the scuffs are scoured deep into the floor
We don't need a detective's eye to see
Why silence took the best of me
For two straight years my home has been
Arkham's Asylum for the Criminally Insane agin
i am returned