~*~My Asylum~*~
the asylum in my head screaming from the burn of my own personal hell going crazy in my mind my pride, hateful, brought on others tasting the deadly kiss that will take my breath, making it be something else my soul burning with desire of a break for a brief relief from the torture eating me alive breaking my heart and tearing me apart limb for limb fear of a different nature taking over my body while I am lost in this juncture I have no sense of time or direction where I am going or what I am doing blinded by an ungodly pain my heart racing through the perils of the untimely life I seem to posses "Life is what you make of it" they say if that is so then why must I myself dream of a greater feeling other than this? Life goes on plenty but loses will drive me to insanity. But what is it? Is it a difference to people? ties binding me are lost torn apart I am severed from sanity the plane that seems to be left untouched the torch is passed and once again burning in my own personal hell...the sacred asylum~*~