Asylummn

cold air biting at my lips

i'm slipping away and into this coma where lights dance.

i can already feel myself going away

thin thin thin

feel my bones

throw it all away.

and numbers consumer my mind.

I'm thirsty

I hunger for someone.

I'm so alone.

Please.

Find me.

Scoop me up, and hold me.

sometimes we get what we want,

we we give up what we want.