Bicycle races are coming your way, so forget all your duties oh yeah…
There’s a ghost town in Saskatchewan called Bents. I had HEARD of Bents, but visited for the first time this past weekend.
Currently Bents has two houses, a store, a grain elevator, and a lot of old out buildings. The town was abandoned after the train discontinued service to Bents…as was a similar fate as many small villages dotting the province.
We crept out of the forest and into the glade where this haunting asylum resides
The wind whispered secrets of a forgotten past, and lured us to her insides.
We tried to sign in, but no one was there
Just a silent typewriter and a vacant chair
A vine slithered to the door and said, “Right this way.”
We stepped into the realm where teeth go to decay.
Primitive markings decked the halls
Personified chair, pink taco, blue balls.
“They stuck me in an institution,
Said it was the only solution,
to give me the needed professional help,
to protect me from the enemy – Myself”
(This scenario is perfectly reminiscent of the classic Suicidal Tendencies song “Institutionalized”)
A light shone in the Attic, octagonal in shape
Like the watchful Eye of Providence, making sure you don’t escape.
It’s interesting sometimes how we think Death can be ignored,
But once committed to this place, the only way out is through the Morgue.