Asylum

This is the darkest thing awhile I have ever seen
If these cold gobs could talk I’m sure they would scream
The pace of thicket makes it
hard to breath, hard to breath.
Feels like every minute, an eternety.
I cry out loud «there is no there for me».
The patience comes in little pills
that make me sleep, make me sleep.
This is the lowest point
and there is no return
no matter how dark it gets
live and learn.
This is the lowest point
and there is no return
no matter how dark it gets
live and learn.
and learn
and learn