DiStOrTeDrEaLiTy's blog: "My work"

Asylum

Stumbling around.

Grasping at air.

Soaked in sin.

Forsaken again.

Intimate with my demise.

Barely conscious.

Vision blurred.

My heart is numb.

I've succumbed to my asylum.

Suspend me in chains.

Pain is comfort.

I'll cherish it always.

Please don't rip this. This is my work. Don't steal it.