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i was looking out the window at a flock of pigeons in the factory district.patient a, a melancholic, was nodding off, kicking and crushing empty coca-cola cans that he had tied to his body.
Mitt hus Det huset, biblioteket på Skogås, Och dessa vägar med musikaliska namn, Runt andas jag av fur och gran. Här, på fuktigt lövverket umgås Och leker, springer, babblar barn.
Stories and glories drip from the pages, Passions and desires breaking out of their cages. My restless mind no longer fights - Storytelling has bewitched the plight. The mystery's nonstop complexities,
How are you so stupid, so naive? You brought this on yourself. Walked in a locked room with no keys. Don't bother blaming anyone else, Don't cry, beg, or plead. How do you expect to get out?
Laughing at nothing is what I do Hearing things and making up stories that sound true Locked in a room that's supposed to be white But I see colors streaming from left to right
My name is Noor. When I was 5 years old, I asked my mother: What does my name mean? Her answer was the same as God's answer when a 5 year old Lucifer asked Him "What does my name mean?"
Can somebody call for help... Get me out of this cell... I don't belong here...in this insane asylum... It just amazes me... That nobody cares.. That I am stuck...in this insane asylum...
The voices they scream soft as every butterfly Strangely beautiful with a poisonous smile
What’s up Doc? Silence? Why, that’s awfully rude
In my mind, I have lived a thousand lives, and died a thousand times.
Brittle, Brittle, little scribble. Cookies, crumbs and a child's thumb. Big pots, small lots. Dancing tigers, spinning chairs. Crawling, chewing, emotions spewing. Broken anger, dazed stairs.
You say we're the prisoners of your asylum. You made us do soul wrenching work that killed the fun thoughts of our minds. Took away our art program to
My skull cracksAgainst the wall atEvery-distinct-slamOf the cell doors. Patients’ constant banterJackhammers into my brain. The wailing coercesWith the othersThat only I know.
Stop, don't go there so I stop and don't go there No, don't do that so I do not do that No brain of my own no body of my own I share it with my leaders
Flick of a switch A shake and a shove Awoken to be captured And dragged into their cage Thrown into a room Cramped with fear Atop the ghosts of girls Who once lived free