To the Abode of the Damned
I. The Damned
Time to dig oblong square for narrow crate
to lie on ground as grass pushes around
when ear drums no longer pick up a sound
to live in rots empire accepting fate.
This constant stumbling over grave’s door
those who live sigh conquered by death daily
feel strain backwards from old to a baby
deeper passage under every floor.
This final wretched moment poor men hold
has stopped at midnight their life diminished
with helping hand from demons up from Hell.
One demon’s claw embraces heart in fold
this clock of flesh has fallen its finished
I dance this dying dance extremely well.
II. The Grave
Overlook the greedy eyes of this grave
ailing atmosphere consumed by poison
that slowly removes an ounce of reason
pressure of earth on chest makes me a slave.
This bizarre regalia of spirits
abysses at my feet open dread’s fall
upon my head as gold I learn to crawl
away from grave after learning merits.
So confused and cold in a bitter thought
flirtations between angel and demon
Devil’s voice arrests my body my will.
While living I sought to never get caught
and now I fight to hold onto reason
as I fall into eternities swill.
III. The Adobe
A journey to eternal emptiness
an ancient time-honored custom for poor
eternity for rich who want some more
they search and search as if to solve their mess.
Here smothered loathsome forsaken corpses
fall slowly into Hell’s metallic jaws
for some reason in my ears a Crow caws
to left I see mutilated horses.
Clutch pointed claws fluttering fugitive
without restraint they wilt, they char, they burn
fiery powers hide scented flower.
All pain from here on out is punitive
eternity to watch each torture turn
around and still my senses hold power.
Anxious company due to lack of care
an ill luck turned to anguish and dismay
to die then to wake demons start to flay
this unholy work monsters find no cure.
Around all treasure a darkness still loomed
so a gloom surrounds without any end
to live with entrails out and never mend
and notice my hair is perfectly groomed.
Ability to make decisions numb
sink and grope reeling in my half paces
a mesh of demons tangled agonies.
I look at now bloodied fingers and thumb
no thought on other’s similar cases
my neural mass has entered entropy.
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