Monday, 16 May 2011

Bedlam Asylum

Foreboding whispers from a darkened corridor.
Ceaseless laughter heard from a distance.
Voices eerily taunt outside the cobblestone walls.
Constant dripping from rusted pipes unseen.
Flickering shadows cast upon the chamber floor.
Wedged within a crevasse, a man weeps softly evermore.
A slow descent into madness, he further falls.

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