Sunday, 15 May 2022

Stale

 


The agonised wheezing

and grinding of bones.

The awful tones

of those wretched moans.

The sound that comes

when the hum has dulled.

When darkness falls

the voices from beyond

start to call.

 

The aching weight

that fills the air.

Old decrepit building

that fills this nightmare,

The lair

where

demons appear.

Where fear

is your only friend

and it's standing near,

just behind you, until the end.

 

The rancid stench like decomposing skin.

Fills the air like gas in an airtight room.

Your breath starts to thin,

then like a match is struck. BOOM.

You are in pieces.

Your mind scattered into the breeze.

The fear increases.

Circles as you turn to catch a sight,

It fills your mind

with eternal night.

 

You can feel its stale breath,

smell the rotten scent of death.

Decay is all that is left,

in this place

where sunlight is bereft.

Nothing good can come from these parts,

just the sullen echoes of broken hearts.

Where the dead walk the lands

just wishing to depart.

 

 

 

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