What could I do, realizing my weak things?
Burning old photographs, erasing feelings....
Horror shapes my precious, God-given talent
Into bursts of madness and unforgiving lament.

I seek order in chaos, a cure for my illness,
But all I gain is the loss of friendship and willingness.
Entering nowhere, the land of the banned creatures,
A sea full of fragmented, thought-tortured sleepers.

Afraid of unkind, honest, barren charges,
I surrender to true dread, alienate, hide, miss.
Cut the cords and go deaf, go far away from temptation,
Tie myself to loneliness and melt into contemplation.

Answers will come, within my mind and endless worlds await,
Twisting words of treacherous friends remind my futile hate
I cannot love, I cannot trust, I cannot act as normal...
Perhaps burning memories deem forgiveness immor(t)al.

Now you're in the sunken place
Clawing at your own skin
To escape
Break free
From the prison inside you
Pulling apart
Your rib cage
Because it feels like
You're suffocating yourself
Panting
        Gasping
              Grasping
For reality
But the only thing you catch
Is a handful
Of your decaying flesh

And now you're in the sunken place

The tears like acid-
Poison to your eyes
Burning through your sight
So you fight
With clouded vision
Stumbling into
The labyrinth that is your brain
Colliding
        Crashing
              Bashing
Against the tissued barriers
The padded walls
Insanely insanity
The darkest type of mental institute
Locked with three clicks
Inside your head

And now you're in the sunken place

Constantly slicing yourself open
Searching for a key
To unlock the psych ward door
A key-
Lost in your vital organs
So you cut deeper
Deep-deep down under
Drowning in gallons
Or your own crimson blood
Muffling your screams to girgles
You try and hide
In the fissures of your bones
Tearing
       Splitting
            Ripping
Through yourself
To escape yourself
To survive this hell
To outlive your jail cell

So now you're stuck
In the sunken place

Quietly psychotic
Waiting for what comes next
Paralyzed
         Frozen
             Broken
...
You're the patient in **Asylum X.

The moon lit upon us
As if there was a spotlight
I looked into your eyes and it felt like cluster-like

The stars were there residing
As if there was a galaxy
I held your hand and it felt like ecstasy

The sky was dim
As if there was nobody else but us
I shoot for a kiss too bad I missed

And you,
I gazed at you
You were wonderful

In the Madhouses,
everyone's insanity
is up to the brim
and pitch perfect

they are howling's
and scares of restlessness
but nothing is hidden inside.
it's like the soul
possessed by the heart

all are in the neverland
hallucinating on free will,
waiting for eminent death
with open arms,

but then again,
they cannot earn, be social and
breed for deemed to dangerous
for a society as their minds
are too weak and heart too strong.

I sometimes wonder,
where does the madhouses really lie?
within their boundary or outside?

Wound I
against the forces of nature
this tap
through which a steam
of nature's brewed drink,
measured hot as I desired.
It loved my skin,
steaming upwards,
its ambiental tentacles
towards my chin.

The devil besought my thoughts
to torment.
The sounds of men calling my name,
lynching my conscience undeservedly;
the scapegoat of the moment.
These gates were open;
the devil smeared in
through the tap,
flowing through brews.

I wound fast
against those that call.
Thence did they stop:
the lynching, the calling,
beseeching, praying my falling.
I fled my bathtub,
escaping the mob,
escaping the devil
in my bathtub.

Used to next to nothing.
Silver spoon is rusting.
Growing where Life doesn't.
Giving in at adolescence.

I am not confessing,
I need not a blessing.
Restless mind is wrestling.
Disregarding outward dressing.

Patient soul is resting.
All these things I'm testing.
Life is interesting.
Stimulated, manifesting.

On a wheel that's spinning,
Reaching new beginning?
Callous circle grinning,
Reminding me that I'm not winning.

Ask yoself what you mean 2 me
Im dying 2 know
+
I gotta secret 2 tell u n im dying 2 show
+
Ladies first
Spill yo heart yo spirit n pain
+
Tell me first
Im not tryna be lonely in shame
+
U say the life means nothing  when its absent of me
+
U say the night seems longer n the mornings are brief
+
U say that cutting yo body helps 2 lessen the pain
+
U say that moments without me are like sleeping in rain
+
U think of me as a blessing
U can't breathe when I leave
+
U wanna know that you're needed
U want people 2 grieve
+
U wanna know that im dedicated
U want the proof
+
U wanna know that im genuine
U craving the truth
+
The only fear u have is living n dying alone
+
Scrambling 2 rectify yo sins
U be tryna atone
+
U not affected by the thought of u Goin 2 hell
+
As long as Mr. Right is witchu n sharing the cell
+
Try but u fail
+
Nothing 2 tell
+
U shopping 4 better options but there's nothing 2 sale
+
Follow the trails
+
Follow yo heart
+
If u don't feel it n the end then u dead from the start
+
Love is a arc
+
Life is the  flood
+
Pain is a lesson
N 2 u I am more of a drug
+
Feeling the buzz
+
Imma fool 4 yah love
+
Don't even need 2 penetrate cuz im cool wit a hug
+
And after hearing all of that I only have 2 say
(1,2)
You don't know what u mean 2 me...