and into Asylum. roaring like a great, black engine, roaring to eternity. ravaging the already benighted landscape with it's savage, malevolent presence. and within, the legions of the truly damned. insanity, sheer and stark. and, once in human form, now gutted and torn by eon of glutted indulgence. their bloodlust, flecking the oily walls, living in the shrieks of victims ensnared, hanged, drawn and quartered by the serpents squalid wrythings. this is the place i have not wanted to dream of, and the dream is now the place i partly live through.