Asylu

Salvation of any kind, irrefutable protection to any kind of monster that dares to burn, the wrong and the right, walking hand with hand, still seeking the end of the line, the country where everything belongs and everything mixes. On your every move, on your every word, the epiphany of the genius, wishing the death of a newly born star, the cynical and sickness in that idea. And another day begins, another planet is born from the ashes of another and madness reaches the point of happiness, and the minds are corrupt, blurry and without chances of survival. I'm the asylum of your ideas and fears.
Regret for the words you've spoken, all those feelings, all those sins. All the memories appear so vivid in your head, all revealed for the soul purpose, the lie that you've built within like a temple to worship fake gods, forgetting the sea that have eaten the forsaken and the rotten. Have you forgot how you've been the temple and god of so many people, have you lost all hope on your surroundings that you desperately need to contaminate the air? But in the end, there you are, looking at your reflection in the water, where everything is pure and clean, and you question, why is your reflection there, why does it show your face if you've forgotten others. But the others didn't forgot you. They won't help but will come to be helped. That will take you to ruin and madness, the need of a sanitarium to clean the thoughts of hate and fear. Then you come back, come back to me.
Isolation of your planet, the blank mind that suddenly turns to black and covers all. Those are the rain clouds that you see in me, those which you feared, the pit that you were afraid to fall into. And this asylum is about to crumble, just because you overdosed it with your problems and fears, your ideas and sins. Never will you be there to help me as I once did to you. Asylu is protection. And I'm no longer your asylu.