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