Tip toe,
silence
quite violence
screams in my ear
questions asked daily
Am I crazy?
Fat and Lazy
Depressed
Hazy blades of concrete
Shave city streets
So close
Irritated conscious be
infuriating
bold and cold
to kill and be killed
he said she said
stairs so crooked
the silence grows like mold
flows like wine
from the hands sublime
bleeds bright red
spoon fed to the mouths
of passing clouds
only to dissipate
into the masturbating hands
of God himself
Submission Name: Asylum 
