Monday, January 12, 2026

As The Asylum's Beast Approaches

Oh, the screaming never ends here even from bottom to the top
After a tornado is spotted, warning sirens blast to chills within
There's no beast greater than this one, black in pitch and sound
Its teeth are sharp and huge, jaws able to deliver a wicked bite
With wet fur, a foul odor, and it's a hideous denizen of a swamp
Chasing victims so long that those fleeing will fall in chagrin
This powerful tornado cannot be stopped and no hope's found
The sanitarium has no angels of mercy or staff to be the light
Wind shatters glass, it sprays death over the residents gathered
Thereafter a screaming begins to lessens in grave devastation
Families send us to die, not wanting updates, we don't matter
Who knows we might be dangerous, to each other, or them
Maybe we deserve to be destroyed by the hand of nature
Seeing that black mass, I understand, we're meant to die
Its the way we are meant to slaughtered, society's lost
No one needs us, we are the forgotten, the hated