My Vist From The Asylum

She spoke of glass glass instead of small meshed wire on the other side. Faces just like mine they kept inside out side looking in but here they weren't. Could you die a thousand death's each night I chose to live inside my dreams. Hiding smiles untimely hurts the guest's were people that you knew whom knew you not. My dreams from what I saw when wide awake drew smiles from they whom waited in the shadows came again when I was all alone. We came from here some came from there the honey hills you now that look when doctors had a choice and some chose both.