There and back again

[thinking_caps]

The clocks are stopped at half past four
The hinges are hanging off the door
The books are not stacked anymore
And the scuffs are scoured deep into the floor

We don't need a detective's eye to see
Why silence took the best of me
For two straight years my home has been
Arkham's Asylum for the Criminally Insane agin

Comments

[ace_0f_knaves]

That's some pretty fancy wordsmithing at the end, there.

[thinking_caps]

I couldn't think of what to rhyme, no.

[dr_liliripes]

I just thought it was old-timey!

[ace_0f_knaves]

Nah, nah. I understand. Believe me. Just keep plugging away at it and you'll be rhyming it up with the greats.

[dr_liliripes]

Jervis, you beautiful tropical fish! How'd you get by hatless?

[thinking_caps]

Terribly! I could barely think with a bare skull!