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Dark Halls
Once these corridors echoed with life a citadel for restoration of body and mind a bastion of promise for the tormented to the outside world it had many names Forest Lawn Sanitarium was its Nome de plume I--- simply called it--- home In its day it was of grand design cathedral ceilings hung with crystal chandeliers finest draperies form fitted to spacious Windows walls brightly painted absorbing sun lights warmth reflected off marble floors yes--- it was exquisite--- so beautiful Soon after my arrival --- I realized that beauty often commits--- the grossest treasons For beneath these hallowed halls there lay a world of darkness a wilderness of living sorrow doctors most vile It was here--- that I came of age. a place where the rooms festered in the putrid scent of decaying dust where the floors where like walking on shattered brittle-- shards of glass the broken sills of cemented widndows entomb the fragments of yesterdays tormented souls if only the towers could reverberate the echoing wails which pierce the silence so thick not to chase away no--- but to call the slithering shadows of doom a place where torture became science--- and science a medical break through but to me--- it was still home Where despair screams of stone cold fear of ghastly ghosts imprisoned with clattering chains of morbid madness lurking in secret skeletons where charcoal coffins resurrect in the curtain of lethal skies bloodletting and chilling memories Blasted shrapnel of crimson smeared sins of hollow skeletons buried beneath the godforsaken guillotine where harrowing horrors howl mournful cries and demented demons putrify on crosses Persecuted in the bars of their endless eternal torture Hope you like my home--- cause no one gets out alive This is a collaboration which was written with the poetess Midnight petals on another poetry site. This piece was written about a year ago...
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