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Nothing in here ever seems to change
The pillows are always exact
The wall is always intact
Not a single color at all
No way to tell spring from fall
Holed up in a pit of dreams
It's not really as great as it seems
The voice in my head gets extremely loud
As anger comes over like a ominous cloud
I punch the padding in fury
The nurses and doctors hurry
I'm restrained from the release
My only way of peace
All day I sit in bed
With insanity in my head
Not a thing can be done
This battle cannot be won
My inner voice speaks clear and true
Of all my feelings from happy to blue
It knows everything I'd ever know
Somehow that makes me feel kinda low
It is the reason I'm stuck in this place
I can't even stand to look at my face
I despise the devil that I've been
It is easy to associate me with sin
For now I am corrupted by my own twisted mind
Maybe in this thick skull I'll be able to find
A place to hold onto things that once were
It all would be possible if it weren't for her
I slowly am eaten from the inside out
I am no longer living by any amount
So here lies me
Underneath this tree
Insane Asylum Patient 167
I'll be waiting for revenge up in heaven
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Insane Asylum Patient 167

Contributed by Depression-chan on Monday, 10th January 2011 @ 06:26:01 PM in AEST
Topic: selfstruggles

Alone in a world so strange
Nothing in here ever seems to change
The pillows are always exact
The wall is always intact
Not a single color at all
No way to tell spring from fall
Holed up in a pit of dreams
It's not really as great as it seems
The voice in my head gets extremely loud
As anger comes over like a ominous cloud
I punch the padding in fury
The nurses and doctors hurry
I'm restrained from the release
My only way of peace
All day I sit in bed
With insanity in my head
Not a thing can be done
This battle cannot be won
My inner voice speaks clear and true
Of all my feelings from happy to blue
It knows everything I'd ever know
Somehow that makes me feel kinda low
It is the reason I'm stuck in this place
I can't even stand to look at my face
I despise the devil that I've been
It is easy to associate me with sin
For now I am corrupted by my own twisted mind
Maybe in this thick skull I'll be able to find
A place to hold onto things that once were
It all would be possible if it weren't for her
I slowly am eaten from the inside out
I am no longer living by any amount
So here lies me
Underneath this tree
Insane Asylum Patient 167
I'll be waiting for revenge up in heaven

Copyright © Depression-chan ... [ 2011-01-10 18:26:01]
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Re: Insane Asylum Patient 167 (User Rating: 1 )
by Voyager on Tuesday, 11th January 2011 @ 12:47:01 AM AEST
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Very interesting write...perspective stories are always hard to write....this was done well. Reminded me of a song by Savatage called "thorazine shuffle"

Re: Insane Asylum Patient 167 (User Rating: 1 )
by slackoffsamiam on Tuesday, 11th January 2011 @ 10:21:00 PM AEST
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how do you not read a poem called insane asylum 167, i like the imagery good read

Re: Insane Asylum Patient 167 (User Rating: 1 )
by unknown_utopia on Wednesday, 12th January 2011 @ 05:42:51 PM AEST
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I agree
how do you not read a poem with this title
and by the way it's good
I like it.....

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