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The Asylum
White halls.
Death calls,
With bloody writing,
On soft walls.
The scraping!
Heart's racing.
You can't run.
The chasing...
...The end
Mind mends?
Not ever, never.
No end.
Wait years.
No fear,
No emotion, no morals,
Still here.
Door opens.
Light pours in.
I'm safer alone.
It begins again.
All over again.
Death calls,
With bloody writing,
On soft walls.
The scraping!
Heart's racing.
You can't run.
The chasing...
...The end
Mind mends?
Not ever, never.
No end.
Wait years.
No fear,
No emotion, no morals,
Still here.
Door opens.
Light pours in.
I'm safer alone.
It begins again.
All over again.
Published 1st Mar 2013
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