Asylum AngelAn asylum angel in delicate decay lays alone in silence day after day.Asylum Angel8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Her skin is the bandages, the morphine her blood
Her heart caked in sewage and madness and mud.
When there's nothing to hear her and nowhere to run
Their poisons and pills are her loaded gun.
Though, she is in love with the boy down the hall
Schizophrenia and needles and capsules and all.
Before she was stitched to the bed, black and white
They'd sit in her room and gaze at the night.
Sometimes nurses hear her call to him thought the sedative haze
When the nights fade away and bleed into days.
Now alarms go off in the back of her mind
And the white coats race down the hall with someone to find.
And she knows that it's him, for he's tried in the past
The madness and depression have choked him at last.
When he freefalls from the roof to his salvation
She hopes that she is somehow his motivation.
To be together in world without straps and machines
They'd give it all up if that's what it means.
Beneath her masqueradeHer ice green eyes are locked away,Beneath her masquerade8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Temptation they should parade,
But always blocking the truth she holds,
Is her repulsive masquerade.
Cascading hair of golden brown,
Heavens lights cherade,
Enclosing the face of an angel -
Is her dreadful masquerade.
And her lips hold every curve,
Lifes sweetest lemonade,
Ever known to man on Earth,
Beneath her masquerade.
Beautiful mind, one of a kind,
Pure and wise it was made,
Unshared with any other beings,
Because of her masquerade.