There’s an empty hospital in my neighbourhood
The windows and doors all boarded with wood
Called the abandoned Victoria, the old hospital down the way
Its light-yellow bricks are beginning to grey
Hospitals are for healing
But not everyone can be saved
While some patients are leaving
Others have no choice but to stay
Last days were spent in a hospital bed
Abandoned by the living, but not by the dead
Spirits are trapped within these walls
Crying out, though no one hears their calls
Entities wandering the haunted corridors
Searching for solace like the early foragers
Confused by the decay of the building around
These souls and their artifacts may never be found
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