In madhouse
walls covered with ears
corridors like hollow wide-open mouths
in silence
the mad are nameless
nurses unpersons
rules for regulations
for feeble
incalculable
written in directories
notebooks
buried in embrace
of omerta
all of glass
infiltrates secrets
as walls intently listen
here and there, eyes
all monitored
screened
the mad build themselves
out of their environment
cramming ones words
deep into mind
to brew
from words
to thoughts
to actions
David, this is for you to try to capture what I tried to capture from my finish attempt to capture of the dark side of madhouse.
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