Straight jacket memories insanity eyes.
Is this the end or the beginning to my mental demise.
In the darkness they are screaming in the corners of my mind.
Voice's haunting in the echoes of my rational decline.
Life deteriorates with the passing of time.
I am no more the manner of the man.
That I have left behind.
As days turn to years and my sences have demenished. This cold old asylum has become my tomb. And I shall die here within it.......
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