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lost souls that are never found

Submitted:Aug 14, 2011    Reads: 26    Comments: 5    Likes: 5   

The rising stench of toxic mire

Emanates from a dark forbidding place

Beneath the claustrophobic ceiling

The putrescent bodies in harmony sing

'Give us our rightful resting place

Or hang your head in dire disgrace

Our souls cannot be laid to rest

Unless this action you so bequest'

Enshrined in the silent, intense darkness

The dripping blood that resonates

Hidden beneath the rotting boards

The putrescent bodies in harmony sing

'Release us from this foreboding hell

Our freedom calls, we do compel

Free us from this anonymity

Whilst we act in equanimity'

The demonic, heinous shape returns

As another cold, lifeless, human form

Is laid into the incarcerated stench

The putrescent bodies in harmony sing

'You will never suppress our collected accent

Hear our plea, appease our torment

To be abandoned in this desolate place

Our memories, our lives, you will never efface

Whilst silence falls like the asphyxiating darkness

The night air becomes claustrophobic and dank

As the tormented decomposing souls in hope do wait

The gruesome macabre predator turns and walks away.

Copyright Brian Peza Perrins 2011


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