Downwards naked and into darkness
Over endless flights of stairs
While guardians in ice-white harness
Must calmly tighten the snares.
Voices like wind and moaning trees
‘tis the House of the Living Dead
Who names the army of fiery bees
That is whirling inside my head.
Into the deepest abyss of dreams
Forgotten from whence I came
Forgotten the cause of my screams
Forgotten forever my name ...
manfred von pentz Canto Moreno (1974)
Franzisco Goya The Madhouse