asylum

           
into the outside  
with both feet firmly on the ground  
I slip inside the madness  
& take a look around  
 
there I see my footprints  
trekking through the pit  
the same ghosts still haunt the place  
they're right where I left them  
 
they say  
 
"how you doing lady?  
long time no see  
stop & spend some time here”  
 
I say  
 
"no, i'm just passing through"  
 
"I came to collect  
pieces of my soul  
left in the dark all those years ago"  
 
still strapped to a bed 
I find my pride  
left there to rot  
where I pleaded with the gods  
to let me up  
or just let me die  
 
inside those padded walls  
the addict & pride threw blows  
pride got beat down  
by the pain  
the addict manipulated  
talked its way free  
 
my pride is coming forth  
from the darkest of spaces  
in a rage  
is now loose & dangerous  
 
it will fight the good fight  
for my freedom  
or go down fucking swinging