The clouds are dark
and the rain falls black
as the crow sings a song of death
my hope is on the ground in pieces
and twisted tears fall down my face
nothing can save me from this sad asylum
of bloody shrieks and white teared cries
of crooked bodies and broken bones
of piercing screeches and ripping flesh
this sad asylum of which i live
is a world of the unseen, the unwanted and the unforgiving.
you can hear whips and guillotines everywhere you step
i wish that this place wasn't real
if it was i could go home
be safe and warm with my family
forget i was ever here.
but i can never go back
i'm stuck.
forever.
In a graveyard of sorrow and joy.
