The Self-Slaughter Affair
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In 1962, tucked away from memory
An institute in which a boy suffered utmost tragedy
No one speaks about The Case of Arryn Jack
Peculiar, unnatural, his mind twisted and black
The world that he resides, misshapen and obscure
An irony a child could be entranced with death's allure
The night he walked the gardens and met a tall young man
They talked for hours and hours before young Arryn left the lad
The boy awoke, eager to converse, peered into his friend's room
The man had split his head in two,
A horrific sight, though not the last
Behold Death's point of view
Caretaker, she makes his bed
She caught a glimpse of his visage,
And from his gaze she fled
Clawing out her eyes
"I can't unsee his glare"
With a slipknot, tightly wrapped
She kicked away the chair
The Asylum
Fell into despair
The Asylum
A Self-Slaughter Affair
"Death child"
He hears them shouting
Wondering if the voices will take him away
"They had no chance to survive"
"No meaning in their suicide"
"It must somehow be his fault"
"No signs of struggle or assault"
Young Arryn knew
The men will come again
And lock him up
Unless he talks to them
He had no control
No way he could know
All he wanted was to speak his mind
The doctors and nurses, as if snarled by curses
Had slit all of their fucking throats and died
The Asylum
Fell into despair
The Asylum
A Self-Slaughter Affair
No one speaks about The Case of Arryn Jack
Peculiar, unnatural, his mind twisted and black
The world that he resides, misshapen and obscure
The patients who grew fond of him, their lives could not endure.
An institute in which a boy suffered utmost tragedy
No one speaks about The Case of Arryn Jack
Peculiar, unnatural, his mind twisted and black
The world that he resides, misshapen and obscure
An irony a child could be entranced with death's allure
The night he walked the gardens and met a tall young man
They talked for hours and hours before young Arryn left the lad
The boy awoke, eager to converse, peered into his friend's room
The man had split his head in two,
A horrific sight, though not the last
Behold Death's point of view
Caretaker, she makes his bed
She caught a glimpse of his visage,
And from his gaze she fled
Clawing out her eyes
"I can't unsee his glare"
With a slipknot, tightly wrapped
She kicked away the chair
The Asylum
Fell into despair
The Asylum
A Self-Slaughter Affair
"Death child"
He hears them shouting
Wondering if the voices will take him away
"They had no chance to survive"
"No meaning in their suicide"
"It must somehow be his fault"
"No signs of struggle or assault"
Young Arryn knew
The men will come again
And lock him up
Unless he talks to them
He had no control
No way he could know
All he wanted was to speak his mind
The doctors and nurses, as if snarled by curses
Had slit all of their fucking throats and died
The Asylum
Fell into despair
The Asylum
A Self-Slaughter Affair
No one speaks about The Case of Arryn Jack
Peculiar, unnatural, his mind twisted and black
The world that he resides, misshapen and obscure
The patients who grew fond of him, their lives could not endure.