Cold, disfigured fortress.
Asylum… Muffled screams.
Drip drop, little insanity's,
Lull me to my dreams.

Holding on with fingertips.
Grip the metal rods.
Curse words, somehow amending
The foolishness of laws.

Volley through the hallways;
Through my freedom's guard.
A call a month, and tissues;
Create the loveliest of cards

Like spiders feet, a tingle
Crawling up my spine.
Naked, sprawled on metal floors.
Pondering my crime.

Lash me for depression
Locked away inside.
And not a single loved one,
To pay a hefty fine.

Rotting, like an apple,
Though browner at the core.
Outside- what’s the difference?
Screaming, like before

Staring through a pinhole,
Counting all the stars.
Tonight it's clear enough to notice
The light years we've apart.

Daydreams, lust to hold them,
When I should be asleep.
What is my curse, for bearing?
Or is suffering your creed?

You have done the damage,
Homicide, the first degree.
Goodnight, beloved sanity…
Breathless, at my feet.
 
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