Asylum

Musik: The Last Song I'm Wasting On You - Evanescence
Kleiden: This awesome '60s style top that Vicky gave me, denim mini-skirt and lacy white leggings
Filme: As before, not watched any new films today
Buchen: Let The Right One In - John Ajvide Lindqvist

The whole Emilie Autumn thing yesterday got me thinking...I have some friends who go 'urbexing', which is basically going to abandoned buildings where they take photographs and such-like. It's pretty cool. But yeah, in particular there was the idea of going to an abadoned asylum that seemed really creepy but interesting, too. I mean, there's got to be a lot of bad memories there. So, I wrote this poem about it as I do.

Asylum

A noxious stench
Congeals the air
Though it cannot be seen
I know it’s there
Yet can I know
With certainty
When forced to doubt
Every sense
I’m aware
Of fresh blood
Oozing everywhere
Along the bars
All down your chair
It tells of all the life you drained
It is a stain
You cannot refrain
From touching me
Can you
Doctor dear
I; your greatest love
I; your deadliest fear
Lock me up
In your asylum
Where you can stare
And let me
Let me rot in there
Tell me I’m quite mad
Plenty of evidence;
Bet you’re glad
In my spare time
I like to let the world
Overcome me, chill my spine
Then scream along
In thrilling sadness
At how very wrong
And bad
Things are
But not for long
You see
I plan
To leave here soon
Someday
When death
Can be no threat to me
What, then, do I have to lose?
I think as I stare up upon
The blackened sole of shoes