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Your Lovely Asylum

November 16, 2011
By SeasofSorrow GOLD, Miami, Florida
SeasofSorrow GOLD, Miami, Florida
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Favorite Quote:
&quot;Life aint all roses...it aint all thorns either.&quot; Firefox Magazine Pioneer <br /> &quot;Oh life goes on things will be ok, oh time flies, tomorrow is a brand new day, everyone makes a couple mistakes, somewhere along the way.&quot; Along the Way, EDGES, Aaron Tveit


(Intro/Verse 1)
Such a lovely corset oh so soft as steel
Can you make it just a bit tighter?
I can sense the urgency you might think I might feel
Put underneath a boiling lighter
And I feel marvelous
Don't you dissagree?
The easiest part of this whole mess
Is that you to get to kill to be free

(Chorus)
Spit the yes sir out
And put the dresses out to dry
Up all of that blood to sprout
Another crimson lie
The skins I didn't taint
I swear to you
It's just another kind of war paint
And the ones on me are black and blue
I've taken residence
So you can have more evidence
And slit my eyelids plastic numb
Join the illustrated administration
Of your lovely asylum

(Verse 2)
Torn out of the ire
I'm being guarded by a
Precious prison fire
Why won't the pay backs get any smaller?
Take that IOU and stitch it on
My other black leather collar
I'm stretched out on this open sky of thorns
Teasing me to praise you on your scorns
Get up and ripen please
So you can finish plucking me
Out of my obituary
Kissing can be kind of scary
When my lips are wary
Of your mindless marry me

(Chorus)
Spit the yes sir out
And put the dresses out to dry
Up all of that blood to sprout
Another crimson lie
The skins I didn't taint
I swear to you
It's just another kind of war paint
And the ones on me are black and blue
I've taken residence
So you can have more evidence
And slit my eyelids plastic numb
Join the illustrated administration
Of your lovely asylum

(Verse 3)
Finish the job so you can get paid out right
Heard that the demons are out getting laid tonight
A blurry fight to the unsuspecting death
An opaque solid kiss
With my next to loving breath
Happy in the morgue where I was born
I see that my unsocial insecurity is free
This is where you mourn
When I'm at the best of my anatomy

(Chorus)
Spit the yes sir out
And put the dresses out to dry
Up all of that blood to sprout
Another crimson lie
The skins I didn't taint
I swear to you
It's just another kind of war paint
And the ones on me are black and blue
I've taken residence
So you can have more evidence
And slit my eyelids plastic numb
Join the illustrated administration
Of your lovely asylum

(Bridge)
Let's interlace our veins
And hope we don't break the flow
Iron out the iron stains
And explode in the after glow
Laying lungs down
On the afterside of the underlife
It's a wonder that the acid sprinklers made you drown
When you could have cut my devotion with a knife

(Chorus)
Spit the yes sir out
And put the dresses out to dry
Up all of that blood to sprout
Another crimson lie
The skins I didn't taint
I swear to you
It's just another kind of war paint
And the ones on me are black and blue
I've taken residence
So you can have more evidence
And slit my eyelids plastic numb
Join the illustrated administration
Of your lovely asylum

(Spoken/Outro)
"Waiter it appears the honey mooners have a bit of a choke"
"Do you think it was the femur in their champagne?"
"Or that they went outside for a smoke?"


The author's comments:
This is my most creepiest/gothic/mind bender I've got. My question to you...do you think this woman is legit having these things happening to her...or is it all a figment of her imagination? Could the asylum not be a physical building...but the inside of her mind? Love is an asylum sometimes...but like normality I'm going to let you guys decide if any of this is in character for the woman...or just insane. Individual point of view if you please. General is a hard word for me...so let's sculpt this to its best potential. Welcome to your lovely asylum...population...one?

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