Asylum
In a prison of prisms, I try ta just listen...
Cuz visions can glisten with multiple perception.
Enhancing and romancing the portrayl of reality...
And financing the chancing to conquer insanity.
So I keep my presence in the present, eavesdropping...
Cuz my residence has a regiment for grief stopping.
Act kind with an open mind, while medication courses...
In time you'll unwind, as they discover pain's sources.
Current flows if ya outta control, so remain mellow...
Upon threshold bladder unfolds, white's stained yellow.
Oration can bring elation, so I await spoken words...
With sedation as foundation, they can sound so absurd.
Mostly comical, often diabolical, but always entertaining...
It's whimsical and almost protocol, their complaining.
I don't walk away from, but vault away the rantings...
As they talk and say some, recitation, till they're panting.
One day I'll publish to the public my observations...
That's if I establish the tactic of self preservation.
Cuz currently I'm not hurriedly, attempting to depart...
I'm at home where my ears can roam, and I don't need a heart.
Skitten's verse
Sun's Verse
Camarac's Verse
