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03 november My Asylum: A Salute To The NationOpen 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
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Hate y 19 oktober My Asylum...AloneThe 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: EscapeI 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: AARGAHGHEBfhehrghewghrgjFHUAIFBHJKEBCJWHELBJKEHFUGHFJEKGFhjEWGHJGFHJBGFHJgfhjgGHJALFhekgfhghgfagfyewgfGHJGFejwgfhkgewFGEWHJGjhGhjGHFGWEFWGFYGFhjGFEGFGWHJFGHJEGJ
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cbieuwbfhewvfbjkcbhjBUFBGEYWBFUIBHJbfiebFBEicbyuhewiubIBFIWBib. 16 september My Asylum: YuGi-Oh Happinessdrowned out the senses by focusing on obscure humour
enjoying knowledge. 10 september My Asylum: IgnoranceI 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 HateThe 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 LoveI 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 HeatThe 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 MorningA 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 AsylumThe 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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