The Wicked Room

A prison for the criminally insane

I slit a throat, I must pay for the devils crime
pierced terror inflicted from ominus forbodding tower
large ordained steps toward doors of the extreme insane
white crooked lines leading to penitent suffering days
feeling intrusive stares lurking in utter despair
rooms breathing inhaling violent droning whispers
tracing the caged mindless echoes in rampant forevers

collapsing in fetal-like position in a frigid vacant corner
ancient grey cement etched in sacred bloody vile
shuttering screams through walls of overwhelming void
days become nights, nights become days, in quivered restrain
slain laced essence that breeds myriads of psychotic episodes
forgotten wails penetrate the stained hallways of desolation
permanent stink of feces stagnates through stillborn corridors
closed eyes, not a splinter of light call demons to stir round
deepest madness comes in waves, the horror always remains
chained hearts live in monster's disguise, devouring the soul
wretched solitude, the devils beast within clawing at death
no longer resistant, embracing hell, the final eminent domain