Asylum
The druggist took me to the basement, where his laboratory was I discovered what a great man of science he was He told me that the witches, who buried me were his sworn enemies He said that fortunately, he could know all their acts and deeds Inside the jars and flaks, were disturbing things without life Unusually colored fumes, gushed from vials and pots The druggist have plants and seeds mixed, with drool and a bloody wing I had to drink the potion, but then alas I lost control Under his influence, I have lost my soul I am obedient now, my fate is to be fulfilled My reason is impaired, I can’t resist anymore My senses are troubled, I have not my judgment henceforth Under his influence, I have lost my soul I am obedient now, my fate is to be fulfilled My reason is impaired, I can’t resist anymore My senses are troubled, I have not my judgment henceforth
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 30, 2026
Seeing some strange things Suffocating and screaming I just wished to be Out from the grave These psychotic dreams Made me clawing the wood I just hoped to be Out from the grave Lying in my grave Chained to my bane Soon I will claim Being out from the grave A strange man came A dwarf stood beside him They wanted me to be Out from the grave The dwarf dug the ground And opened my coffin The man helped me to be Out from the grave Lying in my grave Chained to my bane Soon I will claim Being out from the grave
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 30, 2026