My name is Michael Douglas McGuire
the bird of fire, the liar, the Sire
Mired in funeral pyres
the choir the quiet the riot in the inner mind’s wires
Iron Alliances – I am eye of the tiger
the line where violence lives
A scientist of silences
been rhyming since 96 - I’m an arsonist
Burning myself is all part of it
Third degree survivor this is dire, inspired but tired
Im trying, but I left it behind when I was dying

Vanessa Ann Marie Furlong
Miss Sagittarian arrogant and headstrong
Miss if there's a way there's a will go wrong
I found redemption
in the pills popped and in hiphop and song
Forgiven and given a mic so Im livin and driven in spite
of the hidden forbidden misfittin and slittin that I fight
Cause this life
It dragged me down its path kickin and screamin
so I write

My name is Eric Vincent McIntyre
Been sending smoke signals as my ashtray piles
Something cracked now I can't go outside
without my headphones of refuge
for my thoughts to exercise
Track meet, move feet, eternal sunshine beats
On a spot, less mind, more heart buried deep
That thing we have is dead and it wont rest in peace
Now coffins rest between my eye lids
when I try to go to sleep

Heartz Aoi Deadwood
Useless unmotivated broke, undeserving of kudos
Manic depressive, suicidal failure, unseeing
Leave me to drown here
Moves only in dead backwards steps
Each breath only to strangle my own neck,
Then cut the rope before I cross over
I just cant win... Thank you

Christopher Thomas Rice
-- that's what they named me
And I've been playing nice too long for you to save me
We wanna say they said;
So I'm here breaking it down with like nun-chucks upside the head
guess again, there there...
Doubting Thomas with a promise
breaking habit-to-tendency
Misanthropic dependency
You talkin' therapy? I got six bitches sharing me
Behind closed doors and guarantees
and I ain't made a peep

My name is Michael Gray Kimber
I’ve whined long enough so fuck it
This is group therapy, what’d ya call it
When co-dependants see life and dodge it
Group Therapy - We are all fucked up
Wow I got it.
Clarity. Losers at getting rich
Masters of speaking, hoping to be living it
Giants and little kids
Possibilities limitless, but the world shit on us
I can’t make a crown out of all the feces
- I need people to need me
So promise you’ll meet me where I’ll be
In constant company
My home, The Asylum.
With my best friends in group therapy
World full of ripples
Scary for me to walk in my own two shoes
without the crutches that carry this cripple

Live a little.