The Asylum.

A trip to an asylum.

 

A building stands infront of me, the rooftop joins the night. 

The building is completely dark, only my guide has any light. 

As I advance onwards, flanked by guards and by my leash. 

As everything becomes pitch black, my courage was a feast... 

 

I was standing in the longest hallway I had ever seen, 

I could not see the end or beginning of this extremely surreal scene. 

As everything began to dawn on me, I realised where I was. 

My skin began to crawl and from lack of reality, I lost my grasp

 

Horrific was not the word for this place, 

The hallways of hell staring me in the face.

The shock alone of the horrors before me,

The blood, the stench were all I could see...

 

Then screams erupted from next door, 

The most horrific sound, from every floor. 

The sorrow, desperation and angst that they portrayed,

Was nigh enough to fill me now with nightmares to this day...

 

And at night, in the silence, the silent scream can be heard,

Of fear and agony, of what's to be as the future now unfurls. 

Expectations of the day to come, are dawning on us all. 

The doctor's experiments are never done, never satisfied at all.

 

Horrific was not the word for this place, 

The hallways of hell staring me in the face.

The shock alone of the horrors before me,

The blood, the stench were all I could see.

 

Running now with all the energy you have managed to retain,

You seek desperately for an exit through which you hope you won't return. 

The chasers that stand on every level, just waiting for a chance, 

To perform the task their name suggests and bombard you at the flank. 

 

"Cockroaches And Leeches, Rats Doing Speeches.

Moving Walls And Shrieking CatCalls... Burst Through The Door,

Splash Blood On The Floor. Happy Juice And Ophelia Tours,

"Surgery," Plagues And Endless Floors.

This Is The Place We All Adore,

The Asylum Gore Forevermore."

 

Tap, Tap Tappity tap. Footsteps aproach outside as the doctor now draws near. 

No longer sitting, pondering in the office where he holds his captives dear. 

The sounds of the keys are rattling at my white and metal door. 

I am grabbed by a great, gloved hand and thrown down to the floor. 

 

The needle appears out of nowhere, moving closer to me..

As everything you once knew goes black, the torture begins to thrill me.  

My skin is torn an infinitesimal amount. I start to feel quite faint. 

As the sedative wears off from my body, I begin to bless the saints. 

 

Horrific was not the word for this place, 

The hallways of hell staring me in the face.

The shock alone of the horrors before me,

The blood, the stench were all I could see.

 

My instinct begins to kick in and I try to run away. 

But, as I struggle and struggle more the ropes will not give way. 

I am in an unfamiliar room. I hear the tools begin to sing. 

I can raise My head enough to read the notice: "Bloodletting wing..."  

 

My body begins to freak out, squirming an epileptic fit. 

I know that there's no hope, what I do or say has no effect. 

As the needle and the leeches and the blades draw ever near, 

I can see no light at the end of the tunnel and begin to shed a tear...

 

Horrific was not the word for this place, 

The hallways of hell staring me in the face.

The shock alone of the horrors before me,

The blood, the stench were all I could see.

 

As the doctor brings the leech unto my pallid porcelain skin, 

I can see even with my own eyes that there is no sense of protection. 

The screams and shrieks erupt around me, synchronised in terror. 

My blood is lost and skin is defiled, The girls are weakened and deflowered. 

 

We all fear the sound of the deathcart, performing its rounds!

We've learnt what to expect now, but still we fear the sounds! 

Piled high with bodies, more and more pile up each day!

We fear the ones we're acquainted with will have no final say! 

The End

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