Madman's Asylum
I'm not really sure how I came up with this.. I was just messing around on the guitar and this is what came out. I find it's when I'm not trying to write anything in particular that the best things are written and (even though they really make no sense) I enjoy playing/singing them. It's almost as if I've written emotions rather than words. Like, when I'm singing it, I'm feeling everything I felt when I wrote the song. Yeah, I think that's it.
So, rant over, do read.
Abadoned / In a madman's asylum.
He's left behind / Trying hard not to find them;
The ghosts -beneath / The bed in his room.
The monsters in his cupboards / Are professing of his doom.
And he'll shake his head / And he'll scratch at his arms
And he'll wish his was somewhere / Far from his imagination's harm
Somewhere else /His mind is flying
Maybe he can escape? / Or maybe he's dying..
He's begging them / But they won't let him leave
Oh- conspiracy theories / Are all he will believe
And he'll shake his head / And he'll scratch at his arms
And he'll wish his was somewhere / Far from his imagination's harm
Oh, this man / That we're seeing
He is nothing / He is nothing
He is nothing like we thought he would be
YOU ARE READING
My Poetry
PoetrySome of my poems. I can't say if they're 'dark' or 'light' if you know what I mean, because there is a mixture.. But I must warn you; I mainly right poetry when I'm a leetle depressed... So you have been warned.. :L
