The Insane Asylum

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This is a rose to Las Vegas,

A place where I used to lay my head;

For I am no longer down,

For I have escaped

Wicked eyes see me

Yet they can no longer reach me,

I had a dream I died there once

But my past does not faze me

And I often wonder

If I had stayed,

Would I still be alive?

For these batty birds,

I hear them screaming

Behold the ending of my demise

Troubled roses do not fall, they end up persevering

For all the houses

That I have passed,

Are they not still in ruins?

I have died and come back to reality

For Las Vegas is a dump...

And to Tim, my burning love,

Behold our steady fate--

For I have died for you many times.

 

Dear Tim,

I have died for you many times...

Have you ever once died for me?

I shall take a rose

And put it on your grave

For later

Human stars, they don't align

Yet they touch each other beautifully

I often wonder

If you can hear me.

Oh Tim, dear Tim

These plastic flowers don't stick

Whatever shall I do

To please you?

Human stars, they do die

Astray...

Oh Tim, dear Tim

Can you hear me?

For this insane asylum

Has fallen,

Where is the desperate rose? 

  • Author: Soul Baby (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 24th, 2024 05:43
  • Category: Unclassified
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