The asylum has stood for hundreds of years, a testement to the old worlds constructors. Now her precious orniments have all been stripped from these rotting walls. Everything non-structural has been lost. What has become of my home
My family tossed to the wind.
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I walk these halls for the last time today.
I was once its protector, now these lonley corridors invite an enemy I once eradicated- back into our world.
An enemy to which today,
I have no defense.
My own dark soul.
Today I go to my death,
I greet it with a smile. This is all my fault.
It started with me,
today It ends with me.
                                            
I will always be here. Even when I am not
                                               - Mike Sikes