The Asylum Called – They Want Their Jacket Back

If only one day

He’d answer back

Instead of just little

Old lunatic me

Shouting into the black

Into The Wind

As my life passes me by

I lose the will to even try

So I raise my hands to the sky

And scream why me, you arsehole, why?

(Originally Posted 07.12.2020)

Submission

Ah well

What the heck

Put your hand

Around my neck

And squeeze

Mired in madness

Subsumed in sadness

Buried here forever

Lost to blackness

Batter me,
Shatter me,

I don’t matter, me.

Clatter me,
Scatter me,

I just don’t matter, me.

Another day of pretence dawns,

And my heart is full of dread.

Another chasm in my mind yawns,

And I wish that I was dead.