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.

written by: @apocalypsness
website: HiddenGateway.com

Published by TF

I'm a fun-loving man who does business analytics and supply chain things.

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