Wandering these empty halls,
My heals clacking, whacking, hacking,
Through the endless nothing,
Echoing on barren walls.
Once fellows in Insanity,
In the Institute, astute, resolute,
Are now gone,
Fallen into obscurity.
Justin Thyme and Justin Case,
Were banging, clanging, hanging,
Around this dark place.
While Nurse Cratchet kept guard,
Needles were filled, chilled, spilled,
In our struggle for escape from,
A merciless ward.
Prescribed by the master,
Dr. Moose with Mother Goose while eating chocolate mousse,
Curing us from our insanity,
Came only to disaster.
I tried to rewrite this and it is better (and my head hurts). I know it is far from great but I will keep working on it.