A poem about the walls of my asylum.
Asylum VII. A tribute to my cousin, who I love dearly. Enjoy, and thank you for your continued interest.
She was prefect. The perfect specimen. Gullible to top it. I couldn't find a better subject if I tried. A glowing beacon to my trapped souls. Keeping them quiet has never been difficult, but I'll have to keep an eye on her at all times. She'll make a wonderful addition of my collection. I'll keep... Continue Reading →
This used to be my home. Home to all of us. We walked these halls. We ate, slept, and screamed here. Me and my own fill these halls, invisible to those who reside here now. Their screams echoed with our own. Their bouts of hysterical laughter adds to our symphony of tortured, and angry souls.... Continue Reading →
For years I heard voices in my head. I ignored them as best I could when I figured out no one else could hear them. At first, that was okay. But then they began to get louder. Demanding. Bordering on homicidal. I tried prescription drugs I bought off junkies. Mind altering drugs. They only made... Continue Reading →
Photo origin Link They speak of a young girl that wonders the halls. Something terrifying they claim. With her dirty off white gown dropping to her translucent knees and her straight brown hair hiding most of her face flowing down her ribs. The echo of her cries fill the halls but she never says a... Continue Reading →
Welcome to the Asylum. Pay no heed to the screams echoing our halls, or the streaks of blood staining the floor and walls. Our staff will attend to your pain needs and you need never worry about anything you want. Those will be dealt with dissipate with time. Our electroshock therapy is legendary and should... Continue Reading →