-White Dove Asylum-
In the distance of my memories
harp strings are being strummed
By an angels fingers reminding me
of a time when I was loved
The melody mixes with muffled cries
a-brew inside my head
Illuminating the reality
that I am not yet dead
The blessing of these padded walls
suspends most vapid nights
Of aimless strolls down sterile halls
bathed in blinding white
It is a white darker than
the darkness of my Id
Where spirits hide secrets better than
the veil of midnight ever did
I can see a shadow where
a shadow shouldn’t be
Blatantly plastered on the walls
where only trained eyes can see
Feathers are strewn about the room
from daily bouts with tortured dreams
My pillow shredded as I try
to muffle my own screams
Ardeo, down the hall
sits cradled, rocking back and forth
Raking fingertips on tiled floor
contemplating the flames true worth
His reflection steals pride
as the scars sneer and taunt
And the acrid smell of hair aflame
unceasingly haunts
Suffering, his only truth
amidst the embers lies his smoldering fate
Nothing burns though, save for his flesh
within White Dove Asylums Gates
Sweet Sundry resides beside my room
she’s lying underneath her bed
Her pillow in her arms, the floor
resists the pounding of her head
Voices began speaking to her
then eventually took the helm
Now, she prays every night
for the solace of deaths realm
She longed to find a place
where her plight was comment state
Alas, she uncured the lucid welcome of
White Dove Asylums Gate
Cobblestone walks accompany souls
into a vacuum for sane and serene
As windows, with pupils paned and barred,
oversee the land unclean
Festering thieves, screaming souls,
murderous hoards abound
Commandments broken take the place
of creeds that no longer resound
Decadent society thrives so lush
but the guise is realized too late
As the true freedom, from the truly disturbed
lies within White Dove Asylums Gate
-the quiet down deep-
sands mixed with
the salt rides the wind
dive down, down deep
there's no light down deep
only quiet down deep
bellows of whale cries
billowing winds blow
no sound down deep
no frieght down deep
only quiet down deep
senses mute, pray now
in your mind see peace
in your heart, down deep
no sight down deep
only quiet down deep
spirits freed by empty water
your baptism held here
there is no wrong down deep
nor right down deep
only quiet down deep
a sip of salt water
and swallowed pride
this - your veil, down deep
it's always night down deep
and always quiet down deep
feel the soul
as it calls to you
listen down deep and
hold him tight down deep
in the quiet down deep
