Asylummn

moon swirl above my imaginary mind.
I can't see any longer, and i just want too feel.
at the same time not feel.

I've pushed everything as far as it will go,
so that sense of satisfaction should fuel my body.


This is getting difficult too write.

Because i have blocked myself out from wanting too feel anything that has to do with
the subject.

So here i am again,
facing the stars.
imaginary lines being drawn into my palm.
being who i always wished i was.

running off an empty high,
starving for affection.

Told you I would write about this,
just proving a pointe.

I seems that i cant go on a consistent spree of gain,
it doesn't work like that.
I need to lose all sense of reality sometimes.
not be able too speak properly.
Just feed me your dry wishes
take everything you want.
If you're happy,
Then i must be.