He Waits For You

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Do you dare to venture into the house of madness? If so... The doctor will see you now.

Submitted: January 21, 2016

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Take a wander my dear friend,

Down the busy streets and through the woods,

Through the brambles everlasting,

And you will find what no-one ever should.

 

A behemoth towering over all below,

A once thriving and restless place,

But take a closer look,

And you may just catch a glimpse of his face.

 

Once revered a Saviour by his fellows,

He ruined the lives of each and every one of them,

Failing in his profession,

In these walls, he remains forever condemned.

 

He silently watches those adventurous souls,

Those daring enough to enter his territory,

Stalking them, waiting for the right one,

In an everlasting bid, to restore his former glory.

 

If you do dare to venture my friend,

Into his mind and through his doors,

You will see with you very own eyes,

The terror, the madness and the anguish, etched upon those walls.

 

The bricks quietly crumble,

The walls with their many cracks,

But take great care my friend,

For he may have left you one of his many deadly traps.

 

They say that he is ruthless in his ways,

A total madman who's pleasure is pain,

His many subjects have come but never gone,

A life forever imprinted on his overalls, nothing but a bloodstain.

 

He seizes his unsuspecting souls,

Taking them to 'The Room,'

Where all his ghastly experiments take place,

And once he's done with them, they remain in that house of horrors, forever entombed.

 

Strapped down onto his table,

Imprisoned by a complete lunatic,

But you won't be making it out alive,

Once you meet his infamous ice pick.

 

Through the eyes of his victims,

His menacing instrument of torture is inserted,

Brutally making it's way to their brain,

A monster of morals so perverted.

 

And with his pick he violently swings,

Up and down, from the left and to the right,

Permanently destroying their very being,

Everything becomes dark, now that there is no light.

 

They say you can hear their screams,

Echoes of pain and torment haunt that place,

There is never any escape,

Once you pass through those hellish gates.

 

But don't just take my word for it,

Go and find out for yourself, see if the legend is true,

Just remember, that no-one comes out alive,

Well... He's waiting for you.

 -- James William Cooper


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