Asylum Of Hate

Tear bits from my fears
Search out and kill my tears
Destroy all of my subconscious
I lay down so sad and malicious

I hate the colour white
The definition of ones fright
Cells so soft with padding strong
I rot here now, then I'm gone

I see a view, a picture so pure
Desert sand everywhere, my own cure
Silent...danger lurks mysteriously so
A trip to a place I always go

The asylum of hate, I loathe
The smell, the cell, the clothes
Voices cry within my soul deep
With them I laugh, cry and speak

©Kim Brown 23rd August 2012
First written May 1992