Haunted Asylum

 

Hadn't it been an asylum

  treacherous internal echos 

screaming from nerve endings? 

Hollowed out shells, all surround you? 

Hadn't it been hell, 

  signing yourself off, giving it up

     the fight for your life 

         and your light

         and your soul? 

Hasn't it been drenched and poisoned of alcohol, 

everywhere you look, a mirror 

everywhere you turn, your ghosts still there? 

Hadn't it become shallow, and not worth working for? 

Hadn't it become lonesome and dark? 

Hadn't it become faded and jaded, substances filling voids, where only the light can make mark? 

Hadn't it been hard? 

Did anyone ever love you? 

Did anyone ever kiss you on the forehead, 

  and hold you to their chest, 

  stroke your hair, 

  and remind you they are there? 

Did anyone stay? 

Did anyone tell you, 

It's gonna be okay? 

      Because it is. 

Come now, 

  Out of the dark, 

and let someone hold you. 

Let someone open the drapes, and spew in the world you have cocooned yourself to. 

You are a butterfly. A man 

  of God...

and no I promise you dear Man, 

  he has not abandoned you, 

  But your dear Soul

have abandoned him. 

Take up the fight. 

  It is time we move to the light. 

You are ready. 

  You always have been...

It's just never quite looked...

  like the right time. 

Together, let us cast open the drapes 

   and let the light shine 

        Shine in. 

You do not have to stay here. 

  You do not have to let 

     your shadows win. 

Open the curtain...my dear Man...

And let God back in.