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    03 november

    My Asylum: A Salute To The Nation

    Open the door
    please let me in
    I know this world is as cold as all hell
    still I'm fighting for some attention
    I'm trying not to lose you in all this misdirection
    only the place where you found your name can save you
    if you want to be saved
    and I can not see what won't understand
    I don't want to be here anymore
    Open the door
    please let me leave
    I know you make the world as cold as hell
    still I'm fighting for some hope
    I'm trying to lose you in all this misdirection
    only the place where we came together will save you
    if you want to be saved
    and I can not understand what you won't see
    in life
    24 oktober

    My Asylum: Hate

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    19 oktober

    My Asylum...Alone

    The price of living alone, complete, but alone leaves an undertone of constant questioning
    should the heart allow slights for companionship
    is the road travelled easier or burdened by the amount of foot steps that fall upon it
    common goals bring end results
    maybe I have lived alone for long enough to never know the path of friendship
    I can mimic and pretend seemingly endlessly
    I can see things I shouldn't in simple meetings with people and I care only for the knowledge it brings me not the feelings of others
    I know the truth when it is ever present behind shadows and mirrored images
    would this ability bring me to a place I can relate well enough to someone and consider them equal
    or am I lost in a belief that people are a hopeless lot
    ego streches when in doubt
    yet remains a center of inspiration and the spark to the torch of being healthy in lonesome
    in the end time is the blood of the alone
    and the alone have only time.
    25 september

    My Asylum: Escape

    I am in a position I rarely find myself
    one where I left with all I can truly claim as my own
    I am waiting to be delivered from my usual hiding spot
    to a place I can live as I chose
    Being one's self is relaxing and chaotic it appears
    understanding is not a component of compassion
    it is being faithful that leaves us here
    as my escape becomes me takes me from here
    18 september

    My Asylum: AARGAHGHEBfhehrghewghrgj

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    especially the trusted are unworthy fuiewbifbgeWGFgfhGYfhui ebWJKFejkwbfwbeJFBJEKWbfjw
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    10 september

    My Asylum: Ignorance

    I know what is expected of me yet is it unreasonable to persue enjoyment on different means
    should her perception of me cause me to worry when she is blind to the greater reality
    the details fade away in the grand scheme yet they invite the most trouble
    her tears sicken me they are things I no longer understand
    as I can follow her thoughts but they lead to no logical ending
    what it is is that she expects me to be more than what she or I expect her to be
    ignorance is not bliss
    it's uneducated grief
     
     
    07 september

    My Asylum: A Day After Spirited Hate

    The fire holds me tight, building the pressure in my chest until I feel no longer.
    05 september

    My Asylum...

    Laboured breathing

    between the beating of the heart

    light and darkness

    light and darkness

    light and darkness

    there I stand alone

    knowing a little crack

    gives way to shatter

    I feel the future unfolding inside me

    though I suppress it at every turn

    until it becomes too much for one person to carry

    as the world is weightless when there are no rules

    I move forwards because I cannot remember the past

    the beast of burden feeds upon broken senses

    what's mine is yours even when it is destroyed and distorted

    an indifference noted only in those who care to lie about living

    once it is risked

    it is lost

    there is no need to understand action to avoid certainty

    the mind falters where the heart soars

    and the truth is told

    the darkness never blinded us

    just confused what was accepted and decent

    on the word of another

    morality is the god of man

    death the insurance

    you see without the divine grace of ethics

    there is chaos

    and in chaos one may find oblivion

    forgetting all that was once known

    being born anew

    fear that they would not find themselves again

    but who are we really to care about who we are now when we won't ever be that same person again because we digress into a stupefied state of hope

    dreams that misery will end that life will last and peace is somewhere in love

    but no hope is the aspiration of those without

    misery is necessary life will end and peace was seduced and slain for lust parading as love

    all that can be done will always change

    but the truth will not

    and that is the strength of the gods

    the morality of man

    the shadow over our hearts

    the lights blind us.

    04 september

    My Asylum: A Thought of Love

    I cannot think past
    these fake memories
    of love
    haunting images
    standing before me
    asking what I refuse
    to share
    everything
    you are
    slips through
    the cracks of this image
    understood
    and makes it all better
    power lust
    greater freedom
    in the bottom pits
    the sky is pure blue
    much more than the soul
    trouble on the horizon
    sin strikes out
    makes us mighty
    makes us man
    crazy in love
    love the crazy
    03 september

    My Asylum: Dead Heat

    The dead heat courses through me
    coming at me like gravity
    but moving on I must find out what this day has to offer
    show me if what I can bring to reality from the realm of dreams
    I create.
    02 september

    My Asylum: The Morning

    A calm notion in a state of disregard
    the music scales throughout my head
    I am listening behind what they understand
    I must play the role as directed by myself
    so that all can stay in this relative norm
    showing only the pieces of what I am
    when I choose to
    peace assaults me
    luring me to a state of safety
    which I trust with one eye open
    I wash away.
    01 september

    My Asylum

    The eyes are set
    ready to go
    feasting upon the flesh and bones
    of this lonley world
    toss aside all that you remember
    the only hope here is that we surrender
    the night can't take what is not truly there
    open
    your
    heart the joke is ever after
    laughing for the crowd to hear
    the voices make shifting
    a whole lot easier
    we are effect without cause
    I plan to be that cause
    understanding the wrong thing to do
    and every implication therein
    but to continue to do it anyways
    for the benefit of chaotic control
    the skin is torn
    right under us
    a level between which can only be known as futile
    resistance against the spinning of this earth
    to bring about chance for change
    useless
    hateful
    my word is not guided by regard
    but my regard is measured by my word
    actions leave us hollowed out by thy name
    freedom is on the edge of the bridge
    which no one knows where to find
    for it is in front of us
    in the air
    in the sky
    in the mind
    there is nothing left worth it
    the doorbell rings
    the moment stops.
     
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