The Asylum

Abandoned for decades an old building stands nearly all windows broken, interior half-rotten now clothed in cobweb and twining plants the manic screams from its residents forgotten It contains many rooms with padded walls dried-up blood and nail marks on the doors visions of unspeakable things are what befalls every man and woman who dare walk its floors The hallways are riddled with testimony of fear and reek of the smell of madness and decay and in this labyrinth of lunacy you still sometimes hear muffled voices of patients, forever bound to stay Kevin Andersen