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...