And into Asylum

like a great black engine roaring to eternity, ravaging the already benighted landscape with its savage malevolent presence. And within, the legions of the truly damned. Insanity sheer and stark and once in human form, now gutted and torn by eons of glutted indulgence. Their bloodlust flecking the oily walls. Living in the shriek's of victims ensnared, hanged, drawn and quartered by the serpent's squalid writhing's. This is the place I have not wanted to dream of, and the dream is now the place I partly live through.