The house of the dying

There is no mercy here
No tender respite from pain
This house of the dying
Is where we shall remain

Un-living, yet gasping for air
Blue Lips, knotted, tangled hair
A lifetime of sins and torment
Now we will know eternal despair

In the halls the corpses lay
Toothless mouths such are our ways
Silence Deep, dark like the abyss
Flesh broken, succumb to the decay

Words scratched into the walls
Nails torn from hands long since gone
Judgement has come, a price to pay
A reckoning, for all we have done

From days in the sunlight
All joy, once hearts smiling
Useless we are, mute and dumb
Here in the house of the dying


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s