Brian 'Peza' Perrins - Lost Souls

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.


(2011)

Brian 'Peza' Perrins

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