Stale breath, the reek of death,
Dried up blood stains, urine and shit,
White padded walls, men in white suits,
The needles, scissors, scalpels too,
Among't this hell hole on the floor,
A coakroach runs from door to door,
The windows barred, doors reinforced,
Screams echo through the corridors,
No one gets in, no one comes out,
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
Say your prayers, they are your last.
You won't find friends within this place,
You won't find love , nor air, nor space,
There's no salvation, No escape,
Nothing to keep you entertained,
No birds will sing, no wind will blow,
Inside this prison, this hell hole,
And when you die, they take you out,
No heaven, Hell, Or promised land,
Your body rotts, Your brain erupts,
The maggots feast upon your guts,
Remember this, Remember well,
...Old peoples homes = hell....
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Submission Name: To old to be free....
