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Aslyum-Mad Man's Laughter-Living In Hell

Poetry By: Artemis Lykaios Nightshade
Horror


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Submitted:Jun 13, 2012    Reads: 8    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   


Darkness swims into your view like the shadow of the night from thunderstorms.
In dark light the guillotine sinks, and is led to your powerful arm.
Everything decays in the darkness, there is no escape.

In deepest, darkest part of asylum
Lies a man in a straight coat
Struggling for freedom

The cries of the insane
Scratching the walls
Their fingers torn and raw.

In deepest, darkest part of asylum
Lies a man in a straight coat
Struggling for freedom….

Torn and raw

Their fingers broken

Their cries like a banshee

This is hell they are living in

Behind the eyes are the beauty and the lies
The darkness consumes all of you
Trapped in your own insane mind.

In deepest, darkest part of asylum
Lies a man in a straight coat
Struggling for freedom

The cries of the insane
Scratching the walls
Their fingers torn and raw.

In deepest, darkest part of asylum
Lies a man in a straight coat
Struggling for freedom….





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