Week IV: Diablo vs Asylum[DIABLO WINS]

[asylum]

become what you're afraid to be,
the only face you're ashamed to see.
is your own in the mirror staring back painfully.
Beg God for clearer sight and see the world shamelessly.
What's to gain and who's the crook?
Thoughts explained are often truth overlooked.
Took for granted last chances turn to frozen moments in time,
“I thought I was fine but got lost in the motion,” ends in shrine.
Hear the thud of an albatross on an ocean frozen over,
that’s your sense of right and wrong when you’re no longer sober.
Four leaved clovers attached know and dispatch,
throw down the hatch and stroll down factory lane.
Close to memory. Thrown over hegemony,
in memory of how the sun looked through the clouds.
Grown over by plants in a sense, depressive sensory,
eclectic memories throw you into oceans of knowledge.
The notions acknowledged. Clasp your hands behind your back,
suspend your spine in time while your punishments exacted,
it’s fact kid. Bite you in the mind like an arachnid,
wake up in lake placid choking on moss and dirt.
This whole time.. I thought my thoughts weren’t heard..
I’ll kill you first.