The rising stench of toxic mire <br />Emanates from a dark forbidding place <br />Beneath the claustrophobic ceiling <br />The putrescent bodies in harmony sing <br /> <br />‘'Give us our rightful resting place <br />Or hang your head in dire disgrace <br />Our souls cannot be laid to rest <br />Unless this action you so bequest’' <br /> <br />Enshrined in the silent, intense darkness <br />The dripping blood that resonates <br />Hidden beneath the rotting boards <br />The putrescent bodies in harmony sing <br /> <br />‘'Release us from this foreboding hell <br />Our freedom calls, we do compel <br />Free us from this anonymity <br />Whilst we act in equanimity’' <br /> <br />The demonic, heinous shape returns <br />As another cold, lifeless, human form <br />Is laid into the incarcerated stench <br />The putrescent bodies in harmony sing <br /> <br />‘'You will never suppress our collected accent <br />Hear our plea, appease our torment <br />To be abandoned in this desolate place <br />Our memories, our lives, you will never efface'' <br /> <br />Whilst silence falls like the asphyxiating darkness <br />The night air becomes claustrophobic and dank <br />As the tormented decomposing souls in hope do wait <br />The gruesome macabre predator turns and walks away. <br /> <br /> <br />(2011)<br /><br />Brian 'Peza' Perrins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lost-souls-21/
