HOW CAN I GET FEATURED?
AsylumI dance through echoing rooms in my mind,
Up the creaking stairs that lead to No-Place
And play in the memories left behind
When Reality chose to show her face.
So clear now, every neuron's trail sparking
To paint the portraits clinging to the walls.
So obvious the shattered glass marking
Remains of naïve dreams that strew these halls.
And now through the gardens of withered rue,
And imagined fountains flowing with thought
To deny the need for the Darkness who
Helps conceal the asylum gates I wrought.
WaterIvana Rhajput looked at the door, it was to an apartment, and to, she hoped, someone who could help her, she took a deep breath, and knocked, at once there was a loud crash, and the door opened, a smell of brimstone and the loud noise of some heavy metal music sounded, a man with brown and pink hair answered the door, he wore an undershirt and sweat pants, his arms and torso were covered with tattoos. Mostly of Dragons and other fantastical monsters, and a strange looking scar was on his left hand, he looked at her, coughing and spoke in an Irish accent. “You're...You're that Forensics Chick.” Ivana prayed that he could help her.
“I'm here to ask you for your help.” The man nodded, inviting her in, he walked over, opening a window and walking over and picking up a pot filled with a noxious orange liquid, He entered the bathroom, a minute later a flushing sounded and he walked over, placing the empty pot on the shelf.
“Sit down, what's the case?” He s