23 August 2012

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

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