Treasure Island

Bittersweet Music


Assylum


I am not sure what
to believe right now
To see what's written
and the actions that
speak to me always
in my mind
What to believe
when everthings insanity
and life as you know it
is a question in your reality
And the hurt inside that talks
tells you not to trust
for your heart does not even know
the direction it is heading in
There is no drug that can cure you
From another unknown tear again
and no solid truth to even base it in
Just a face to look at
and the images it creates
But a figment of logic inside your brain
Screaming where is the truth?
Where is the sanity?
I am insane
talking to the air
I am screaming in an asylum
My door locked to my muffled cry
And I feel straught and weary
The only jerks right now
are from the ties of
my strait jacket inside
And I wimper quietly
Talking to me
Until I uterly mad
Then I just give up
And let it go
fall asleep
Waiting for awnsers
that will never come
Face to face
To a game
Or what ever
makes this case
Split between
Love and pain
And the unknown

Submitted: Tuesday, May 07, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 18, 2013
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