Darkness Falls

The windowless rooms hoards shadows, a dark form materialises
Resplendent against the background gloom I imagine it a fine lace curtain
Pierced with pinpricks of sunlight from a flaw in the rear wall
I run into it underestimating its girth
It enshrouds me tepid, damp, cloying my skin
Repulsive with a texture of flesh

Darkness shimmers from the countenance of the dead
Splashed muddily behind sightless eyes
Fractal traces of ruptured blood vessels snake blue beneath a waxy complexion
Horrified features lay forever fixed into scowling masks of terror
Human trophies, random relics of dismembered anatomy
Bear silent witness to murder

Darkness overspills the insane mind, spawning carnage
Enter the charnel house, parlour of desecration
Tired and corrupted remains butchered into perverted forms
Paint a portrait of evil, of madness radiated hotly within the slaughterhouse
Cloying with the touch of cold flesh
Its bilious taste of risen gorge
Ear shattering silence sounds the dead's screams

Bodily shapes rent and distorted into unrecognised forms lay scattered
I flee to the adjoined annex and there the scene is the same
Blood and death fill every niche
Corpses tortured beyond death, limbs dismembered
The house looms about me
A human abattoir with yet more ghoulish secrets awaiting discovery

Darkness festers in comfort
Amid emptiness harbouring unspeakable suffering
Mutilation's image overwhelms risen forwards to attack the senses
Death itself stirs to predate
Disembodied hands hooked as talons, stalking
Darkness consumes