Asylum
That seem so strange and divergent,
They're deviant but flap their wings
And lift your mind to chat and chant,
Exploding skull to free thy brain
Exerted in an utmost try
To shed your strain and be again
The whole one. Don't ask me why
I make you listen to my tales.
You never feel like I can do,
You never hanged chained to my nails
And wanted not that' I had to.
Sometimes you feel like doing things
That draw you in ' unpleasant way.
Don't look ahead! I say, that means
You'll never be thought as OK.
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What can be better than harboring crazy thoughts and ideas? ...only realizing them... ;)
Юлия Шавель 29.07.2010 12:57 Заявить о нарушении
Write me down the Loony #2, miss. :)
Георгий Рогожников 20.08.2010 19:39 Заявить о нарушении