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The Funhouse Asylum
cautiously moving
through the darkness
the dim red lights
flickering in and out
of existence...
a shadow to my left
a trick of the light?
childish laughing
within my mind...
mirrors on the wall
I wonder
who's the most evil
of them all?
a banging sound behind me
more childish laughter
footsteps...
they scamper in the hallway
to the left
I peer down the stairs
is that blood on the railing?
the stench of fetid meat
makes me nauseous
is it a human this time
or something much worse?
the static sound of the dying lights
I realize they will soon be gone
where is the damn exit?
was it down here
or was it upstairs?
frustration and fear
I must get out of here
the red lights flash on again
a horrific sight!
a ghostly pale little girl
with blood red wholes for eyes
wearing a tattered dress
black goo oozing from her gaping mouth
I scream and run
slipping and falling on fresh blood
a sickly blue baby
also infected by the virus
stiffly crawls
down the stairs..
I run past the poor creature
before it could bite
now I know where I am
in the children's asylum
where I was once locked up
long ago...
how did I end up here?
a gut wrenching scream above me
I have a name for her now
the screaming little banshee
telekinetic powers created by the scientists
now infused into her already sadistic mind
in a way it was sad
I actually felt sorry
for these things that want to kill me
A pole is thrown just next to my face
here she goes again
I dodge the next assault
and tackle the little bitch
that has made my life hell
for the last several hours
I take my crowbar
and knock her out
Why couldn't I bring myself to kill her?
just one more blow and she'd be dead
she was so pretty
yet the medical records I read
said otherwise
I drag her back to the room
I accidentally let her escape from
and strap her back down to her chair
impulsively kissing her hair.
why was I so attached
to the little bugger?
she just seemed so familiar somehow
I shrug and leave the room
barring the door shut
now there was only one question left
and that was
WHERE THE FUCK IS THE EXIT????
through the darkness
the dim red lights
flickering in and out
of existence...
a shadow to my left
a trick of the light?
childish laughing
within my mind...
mirrors on the wall
I wonder
who's the most evil
of them all?
a banging sound behind me
more childish laughter
footsteps...
they scamper in the hallway
to the left
I peer down the stairs
is that blood on the railing?
the stench of fetid meat
makes me nauseous
is it a human this time
or something much worse?
the static sound of the dying lights
I realize they will soon be gone
where is the damn exit?
was it down here
or was it upstairs?
frustration and fear
I must get out of here
the red lights flash on again
a horrific sight!
a ghostly pale little girl
with blood red wholes for eyes
wearing a tattered dress
black goo oozing from her gaping mouth
I scream and run
slipping and falling on fresh blood
a sickly blue baby
also infected by the virus
stiffly crawls
down the stairs..
I run past the poor creature
before it could bite
now I know where I am
in the children's asylum
where I was once locked up
long ago...
how did I end up here?
a gut wrenching scream above me
I have a name for her now
the screaming little banshee
telekinetic powers created by the scientists
now infused into her already sadistic mind
in a way it was sad
I actually felt sorry
for these things that want to kill me
A pole is thrown just next to my face
here she goes again
I dodge the next assault
and tackle the little bitch
that has made my life hell
for the last several hours
I take my crowbar
and knock her out
Why couldn't I bring myself to kill her?
just one more blow and she'd be dead
she was so pretty
yet the medical records I read
said otherwise
I drag her back to the room
I accidentally let her escape from
and strap her back down to her chair
impulsively kissing her hair.
why was I so attached
to the little bugger?
she just seemed so familiar somehow
I shrug and leave the room
barring the door shut
now there was only one question left
and that was
WHERE THE FUCK IS THE EXIT????
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