Inner Sanctum
The Frankenstein inside,
that lurks,
the beast of Hyde
you cant deny
nor hide away.
The place that darkness
lays
and inner crimson that life
has stained,
the lunacy that
screams from the brain.
Straight Jacket the mind,
your thoughts dont lie.
You know,
the face, the image,
those you picture
and hope will die.
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