Asylum of the Damned Poem

Asylum of the Damned

Inhabited by psychos

In padded rooms they’re crammed

For reasons no one knows

Decrepit walls of grime

Protect the world outside

Inmates pass the time

In their own minds they reside

Eerie creaks from metal beds

Resonate through the halls

Screaming voices in their heads

Ignoring demon’s calls

Insanity a state of mind

Brought on by lifelong stresses

Only made worse by the confined

Their illness just progresses

Walls pitch black and burned

From a past horrendous fire

Condemned souls here returned

Roaming their eternal pyre