Asylum Poems


	A Bleak Room \| home Asylum Poems \| Love Poems \| Various Poems Asylum Poems CUT HANDS I'm just not used to this bleak room So cold Cutting my hands when I touch you Once we were never afraid to burn Why do I feel so threatened When it's all just rented? One day, I'll be who I really am, you know? One day, I'll be damned if I don't let it show BEDLAM Wicker all surrounds me I see surreal pastel. My flesh is withered my tongue is raw You've pushed me into Hell. My own private Bedlam surrounds me day and nite. The walls close in I tear my flesh, and claw my eyes for hate of sight. DEAR GOD Dear God, do you see the sky falling? Is your floor tumbling beneath you? It's raining shards of tomorrow Are stumbling on the ruins of blue? Dear God, does it ever make you flinch? Or blink as you watch us all bleed? You're just a relic of forgotten times Relishing the pain of your seed. DERANGED The wisdom from depression Is an all-consuming kind It is burnt on your tongue Forever seared on your mind It touches the soul at rest Pokes its own hole for nest You're never really the same again Once it gets under your skin GIRL/5 Weak Subordinate Ugly Silly Dumb Ordinary Numb Dirty Slut Whore Hate Dead Alive No Fate WICKED Wicked sermons to the dead listen again to all I've said Cut my arm and bleed for you twist the knife and die for you. Fall away into whispered sleep forgetting all those promises to keep. There's a still wind of ancient breath stabs my soul, steals my breath. A thousand leaves fall on my head pounding home the words you've said. Fall is here, cutting my breath shovel the dirt to seal my death. LITTLE GIRL In a bitter hand they've found what she's wrote. Drenched in blood it was her final note. It spoke everything she just couldn't say. "I'll leave right now, and find a better day." So long she's lived with her family but now she's leaving, happily. Her thread of life is through weaving, her time is up, she's leaving. Her fitful breath is gone, maybe now she won't be alone. HEAVY Bleeding ink, she dies heavily on paper Thoughtlessly she wonders, what kind of god made her? She ate the wiseman's tongue to speak all he knew Then into the void, his wise words blew. She stares at the sky, three mooned and bleeding rain While all the scents, heaven, hell, drive her insane. ME I breath and eat the air I rise with burning hair Dusted with ash, waiting for rain I pluck my thorn, and relish the pain I've swallowed the doubt Been turned inside out And then I find, when I look inside I am bloodier than Christ. I CAN TASTE THE SUN I blow my brains and taste the sun. I never knew I could have such fun. Finally this is it. No more reason to throw a fit. My life is drying, and all is black. Was this for a reason, My bleeding season? Or just a boredom attack? What a waste a bloody face And a stained carpet, wall, shirt At least no one else will get hurt. I just got my way too many times.