I awoke, just woke
On cold cement and cobblestone, lying on my back,
Numb limp feeling arms at my side.
As if road kill had replaced all of my limbs.
I stumbled to my aching feet, my pulse the only noise in the vacancy as
My eyes struggling to see all of what is in front of me, like
Night vision goggles were forced to my face and I was still fumbling to
Turn them on.
A terrifyingly enormous grey castle towered over me
Industrial and broken with bricks missing in various places,
Haunting and glorious at the same time
Scary and fabulous at the same time,
And large metal doors shielded the inside from out
Like tombstones hiding mutilated corpses from the naked eye.
Not a single window was in the vacancy,
No light enters or exits.
Nothing giving the slightest hint to what goes on inside this
Haunted asylum I have stumbled upon.
Nothing driving me to experience the concrete castle,
Since mystery often holds risk,
But alas, the curiosity slowly murders my mind,
And I begin to walk tragically up to the door, my feet shuffling tiredly
As if I’m a zombie finally realizing my fate.
Plodding along to a silent beat I create, and
Lightly rasping on the door with my deathly bony knuckles,
Breezes blowing my hair to the left like dead corn.
Sounds of movement inside triggered my imagination and fear, and
The door crept open like an old black cat, and closed
Quickly behind me out of fear that
Light might enter, no light enters or exits.
I place one anxiety driven foot in front of the other,
The stale air creeping upon me like blackbirds.
A grey aurora fills the interior, no light enters or exits.
Carped so stained from blood matter and soot it was a hair from black,
Walls dark and displaying deep cracks in the center,
Trailing from the ceiling like fire ants.
A single mirror plastered carelessly on the wall
Imperfect like a wound and hanging from a few broken nails.
Scuffling noises behind me froze my breathing as
A man with a hunch back walked heavily and near deathly
Behind a wooden door, never exposing his face to me
Like I was light, and no light enters or exits.
My breathing stopped as I came to two, less alarming but still oversized
Rose-gold plated doors. More elegant than their exterior brother,
With intricate flowers and vines embedded.
A single candle burns pathetically above the door,
Dropping a few drops of wax on the floor every couple moments.
I thought no light enters or exits.
I made an initial movement to knock once,
But the mystic doors swung open, leaving my hand frozen just above my chest.
New faces met me, 40 at the least.
They were dresses very elegantly, as if they are straight from a silent film.
Women in terrifyingly beautifully crafted dresses
Men in the hauntingly best tailored of suits.
The only noise was my internal pulses.
A man with a tall hat took my small arm in his. A complete stranger.
Everyone’s eyes were glued to my body, but never into my eyes.
My eyes would petrify them if they looked
My eyes are a light. And no light enters or exits.
He stopped abruptly in the center.
And then, like elephants crashing on an already dead mouse
It hit me
All at once, with great force.
These people don’t have mouths.
Stitches covered where there should be an opening for speech
With black raw cording.
The man looked down at me, his
Face stitched as well, and winked.
A terrible wink.
The depressing room lit up like an exploding star.
Where you would hear screams were silent and
The eerie lack of sound and pained eyes killed my senses while
Every bad emotion flooded my body in a whirl,
No light enters or exits!
And my world went black.