Asylum
Asylum
In the midnight in our shackles
Some acts of howling sequels awaken
Killing us slowly and blaming subconsciousness
And mortality becomes the slave of unseen pirate hands.
Blood vessels are filled with alcohols and barbarism
At these moment the antibodies change their support
And stands as our enemies in the vigorous hour of the dark
The father becomes the demon, the mother kills and the son’s rape.
How can the doctors kill the nonhuman body in the asylum?
We all must be mad.
We made the world the way it is.
The world is our asylum.
We are all inmates
Who slept a long while ago in a similar shock of hatred-
A life stoned itself into the pit of the hell long before the mournings of mankind.