Transparent hands touch the metal handle
of the multi-level ancient asylum
where doctors used to torture patients
and occasionally burn them with candles.
The ghost haunts the sterile bleakness
causing current patients the same discomfort
it once suffered, uncaring for their ailments
and exploiting their weakness.
The patients mumble about the spector
in a white hospital gown who haunts
their dreams and makes horrific sounds
yet somehow they feel it's their protector.
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