Madhouse Poem by Julian Takali

Wafts through here a stench of murder
Groping in and through the walls
A brothel of sin
A dance of crime
The madhouse sings songs divine!

Creep around do walking corpses
All the way from Stockholm
Lolling the court of bloody trails
Dug underneath Gacys stomps
Youthful shrieks sound alarms
Tingling through Dahmers palms
Egoless meat of terror sulks away
Ruining the sunrise of Geins day

A bar of horror
A night to dine
The madhouse sings songs divine!