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tick tock
"pill time"
hide it away like a good girl
all better all better
knife in a bedroom drawer
away away
everyone leave me alone
words words words
no meaning
red blood
wasn't me
blank faces
wasn't me
wasn't me
where am I
white walls
white floors
dark feelings once more
tick tock
tick tock
"pill time"
"pill time"
hide it away like a good girl
all better all better
knife in a bedroom drawer
away away
everyone leave me alone
words words words
no meaning
red blood
wasn't me
blank faces
wasn't me
wasn't me
where am I
white walls
white floors
dark feelings once more
tick tock
tick tock
"pill time"
Literature
Devil's Lullabye
Warning: slightly disturbing poem ahead
Hush little baby
Don’t say a word
Rock a bye to the cry
Of the carrion bird
Hold it tight, your teddy bear
Bear is in the trap
Never worry for your life
Once the teeth go snap
Say your prayers, darlings
Count the blessings in your lives
Until the man down the road is done
Sharpening his knives
Dream of sweet things sweetly
Dreaming is so hard
No, you can’t sleep with the dog
He’s buried in the yard
Don’t ask where Daddy ran to
Don’t ask where Mommy’s gone
All you have is this dark angel
Helping you along
Please put out the candle, dear
When it comes to
Literature
Asylum Blues
Asylum Blues
I tried reaching out
My heart full of doubt
I was searching for a soul that was just
For someone I could trust
And then I found you
And my world was no longer blue
We had great days together
Our love would last forever
But then things went wrong
And you were so strong
While I crumbled away
And fell into decay
You found someone new
And I faded from view
Slowly I fell apart
Nursing my broken heart
Once so full of hope
Now I just can't cope
Committed to an mental institution
The socially acceptable solution
Take me off the street
My decline is complete
Playing with daisy chains
And nobody complains
All lost
Literature
Asylum
Hehe. He looked around the room... White, white, white. Tile. Paint. Metal. Bed. Cotton. Pillow. Sheets. SHEETS. Sheets. To be strangled. Hehe. Metal barred windows, white bars, dirty glass. Door, white, locked. Little corner with dirty toilet, covered by low – white - wall and a cloth door, beige.
Bell rings. Baang. Baang. Baang. Baang. Baang. Ring. Dinner soon. The sheets, he grabbed them. Stretch them, move them, make them like a rope. Hehe. Doorknob clicks. Door creaks open, white door, metal doorknob, little metal window up top.
He grinned. So wide, that grin, with the teeth and the wrinkles and everything. The person, white cloth
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I wasn't sure where to put this
I'm sure the idea gets across easily
I may make a series (Views of an Asylum life) about insanity
I really would love some feedback on this!
I'm sure the idea gets across easily
I may make a series (Views of an Asylum life) about insanity
I really would love some feedback on this!
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It's AWESOME. I was just seeing if there were any comics about asylums, and I stumbled across your poem. It's great! Although some parts didn't rhyme, it's one of the best!