The Madhouse

The Madhouse short poem

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There is blood on the walls, and bodies on the ceiling
Everything about this place is extremely unappealing
In this madhouse every one is depressed
This place is disgusting, and misery is our pest
We have no exterminator to keep this pest out
We will spend our life in this place no doubt
I do not lie when I say that I have done bad things
And just thinking about them make my eyes sting
In life you can’t take back what you’ve done
You just need to face your mistakes because they can’t be outrun
Running won’t get you anywhere, trust me I’ve tried
I didn’t get anywhere, in fact I almost died
Don’t make my mistakes because you’ll end up in here
And regret will eat you alive and you’ll slowly disappear

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ramakrishnan chatakondu

Mission accomplished without much fuss……
……………….so when is the treat?