Chez Mortem

"Chez Mortem"

The dawn seems like an eye that will never open

Like this door to this dilapidated gothic church

Piano chimes, wedding bells, vows unspoken

Left to decay, like a jilted dead bride looming in the lurch

Shivering like Eskimo, who will never warm their noses

Cold and unforgiving, time has forsaken this path

Graves never etched, never graced with lilies or roses

Harsh memories of an over drawn bloodbath

Crows caw at the sound of a whispered footstep

The pendulum chimes from an unknown clock

Nerves are shattered in the wake of the doorstep

The birds moan in a choir, mocking you in flock

The dust gathers to welcome you into despair

Revolting odors creep up your shaking shoulders

This is fear, but you’ve past felt your fair share

Darkness denies, crushing hope with boulders 

Creaking like bitter patters in Roman numeral

The house has become a home to horrors

Restlessly the organ sits awaiting its funeral

The bones lie patiently in dresser drawers