Charnel House

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
A charnel house was were they burned dead bodies .This is a poem of a girl mistaken for dead who was put in one and indured the horror.

Submitted: November 07, 2008

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Throw me in a charnel house
Amongst the mad mans skull
Amongst the stench so thick
To cut with a serpent’s blade would be suicide
The seething wrath of bodies
Lined up row by row
Awaiting the tendrils of the fire
That licks flesh of bone
 
Throw me in a charnel house
Amongst the flesh and bone
I lie suffocating under the mass of things
Can they even tell?
Those alive from dead
 
Throw me screaming into the fire
Oblivious to my life
The angry buzzing of the flies
Conceals my screams of fright
 
Throw me screaming
Of this tower
To endure the maniacal laughter of those below
When I join the flesh and bone
Amongst the dead mans skull
 
I’m thrown, screaming
Into the fire
That greedily devours my flesh
Of the tower
To join those with the invested flesh
The rats and lice
Call my flesh
They’re new unspoken home
 
Throw me in a charnel house
Amongst the yellowed decomposing flesh
With unsung lips
And rolled back eyes
The agony of death still shinning
In the chapped whites of their very eyes
 
Faces pulled, slack and wide
Wriggling flesh
As bodies
Slowly
Are eaten from the inside
 
Throw me down
Inside this place
Where ghosts and banshees wail
A song so sickly
To my ears
They left my head in shame
With faces conjured
In deep washes of pain
Tortured souls
As I watch what the mad man calls a game
 
Load up the fire
Deep within the grate
Let the devil sing if sin
Bid your armies to wait
Let the chimney bloom out its haunted smoke
As it pores out the flume
Of the bodies lying here
Inside this very charnel house
Good man has grown to fear
 
I’ve seen it all
These two eyes hold the truth
My dreams echo it all
 
Throw me in a charnel house
Amongst the mad mans grinning skull
Amongst the mass of seething bodies
Through a haze of stench, the buzzing of the flies
The sound and smell
Will echo on all dreams I have this night
I bid you never
See such things
 
 Throw me screaming
From this tower
To the maniacal laughter below
They will not see the horror
Of those in a charnel house
They will never know
 
I bid you throw me
Into the fire
That licks flesh from bone
In effort to escape
The awful sight
That appears every time
I close my eyes
 


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