IAmTheNoNameGirl

Asylum: I scrape my hands upon the ground, Staring at my cell. I wonder why I'm trapped inside, This vivid living hell. I've heard the voices calling out, Maybe they're in my head... I wonder where my cell-mates are, Maybe they are dead... Time has no meaning in this place, Nor does the word of day and night, The food is simply human flesh, It will give you quite a fright... Upon a chair they strap me down, They open my eyes and make me shiver, They pull out a scalpel and many knives, The sight alone, it makes me quiver. They inject me with a strange chemical, The world does fade to black. I wake up in my cell again, An

Steven "Popcorn" Adler, drummer [1985-1990; 2012-2014] Sure, I miss him. I miss that damn bastard, and I can admit it now because it's been a year and supposedly time heals all wounds. The day we reunited still stands out in my mind as being the greatest day of my life, simply because I knew he no longer hated me, and things could get back to the way they always should have been. He hated me in 1990, I suppose, because I was an addict and I couldn't get out of it. Being a drunk, being a junkie, that was weak, and he couldn't stand weakness. Still, he was the only one who stayed overnight at the hospital in '88 when I O.D.'d and nearly died,