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.
Thanks for reading
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