Though I long for thee
My soul rests free
Interred within the walls
Of the Asylum Halls.
Death, never strange to me,
Nor the pain I give freely.
My view grows dark,
The light from me does part.
He reaches through the vortex of time,
To push me back from this rhyme.
Exterminate! Oh what misery I breed.
This last lament, I dare you heed.