It was dark cold and very wet
As I walked down the hallway
The paint chipping off the walls
The blood stained cell doors
Rusted over time
And yet within one's mind
I wondered why I had come here
To walk in the darkness of my own mind
Shadow figures lurking in the corners
As the screams of the tortured souls
Cried out to me
Somewhere in the distance a door slammed
And demonic laughter behind me
As I felt the cold chill run through my soul
As if the dead had somehow
Just walked straight through me
The scrawling of the criminally insane
On the walls inside every rotting cell
As the stagnant water dripped
From every pipe
And the stench of death and degradation
Filled my nostrils
As I set the instruments out
Around the now disused asylum
A scream somewhere up ahead
Another figure as I walked
Through the operating rooms
The tables and chairs
And their blood stained instruments
Of depravity and death
Voices filling my head
As they spoke through the voice box
My portal to the dead
In a place that had been dead and disused for years
So why was I here
There could be only one reason
To cleanse my mind and soul
Of the lunacy I had once known
© Valhalla bound