The Asylum
Their feet are like drumsShaking the walls I’m carvingIt’s a faint dove, but I’m not goodThe Asylum; it is not mine until I’m aloneI’m an escapee, hiding amongst all that is raw and swallowing goreI often dream of a pale…
Upper Merion High's Student Newspaper
Their feet are like drumsShaking the walls I’m carvingIt’s a faint dove, but I’m not goodThe Asylum; it is not mine until I’m aloneI’m an escapee, hiding amongst all that is raw and swallowing goreI often dream of a pale…