Asylums of the Mind

White walls,
And pale, shiny faces.
A place where nothing falls,
Where everyone has thier places.
Spotless and clean,
With dark secrets untold,
Everything is not as it would seem,
When all of our secrets are soon told.
Bodies behind every corner,
Torture chambers in every door.
Worse than any Coroner,
Like nothing you've ever seen before.
Inside the Asylum of the mind,
Nothing is ever left behind.
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