ASYLUM

PRESTON :

This is why when I die... I don't want to see you cry.... A message of condolences to those that lost me.... The north eastern winds blew passionately.... Through my hands and it turned the course of my heart.... Sitting at the window of my rented hotel room....I reminisce about my before.....

Lanterns to illuminate my dark path grow dim.... Belief of a godly reliance orchestrated in my within.... Dreams inseparable from nightmares....And this nightmares are the dwindling facts of my existence......So when I loose a leap....Don't cry for me.....

Moment of silence to those judging me from my past.....Thoughts streaming concurrently with the steam of this hot coffee.....In the Atmos fear of the unknown ... I try walking with my eyes closed.....

I'm am feared revered.. praised and denounced...I had already told them when I miss the morning grace..... Lock me inside my 6"3"6 hole by noon....And don't cry for me.....

I am a sinner....I don't pride in it... But I'll do it till my day cries..... Sometimes I feel like a mad man.... But the presence of mad men make my madness normal... Lost all hope of liberation....Till my lantern gets bright

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