Asylum

In the shackles of our midnight times
There awakens some acts of howling sequels
Killing us gradually and blaming sub consciousness
And mortality becomes the slave in the hands of unseen pirates.

Running blood vessels are filled with alcohols of barbarism
At such a moment the antibodies change their side of support
And stands as our enemies in the vibrant hours of the dark
The mother kills, the son’s rape and the father become demons.

How can the psychiatrists kill a non-human body in the asylum?
That slept a long while ago in a similar shock of electric hatred-
A life stoned itself into the pit of the hell long before the mornings of mankind activities.