Asylummn

I guess things are not really like i pictured them.
swirling memories suddenly make sense.
Pieces I've long since forgotten fit.
I understand about everything,
but i don't get it.

Do your cheeks flush red when you think about it?
Is that why I don't know.

I'm just a little doe,
catch me in your headlights,

throw my dead body in the back of your car.
howl at the moon.
Don't admit your own faults,
always others.
Thats the rule.

It will fuel you long enough too keep going.
promise.


But promises don't mean what they did anymore.
I don't want too be her,
a repeat.

Just because you feel guilty about everything.
Guilty doesn't cover how i feel,
I wasn't used.
I let myself.

I was honest to god liked.
it was partially passionate,
for the most part.

and my body just wants too go cold,
i just want too shutdown,
and find something else too occupy my mind
if i did that then the past would come back even more.
because i'm just as bad as the culprit.
If not worse.
I'm a bit too honest for my own good sometimes,
besides for when i like too pretend that
things never happened.
perhaps those few hours didn't mean anything,

but in reality,
they were what my body and my mind had been craving,
i was fed it all,
and now i'm complete again.
delicious.