The Dead Aren't Resting

House of the dead;

lost souls domain


Night is 24 hours

a day


and no rest for their minds;


Boredom is normal


Tormented by the past


An uncertain future


In  a void; a purgatory of death


Wondering the halls,

Their bodies still rotting in the walls


Disembodied spirits

taking their revenge; 


A condemned house;

no life dwelleth here


Falling apart;

falling into ruin


Shadows they follow their thoughts

 to the trauma they endured


In life they suffered,

in death they still do,


Never relieved

of their pain


Dark clowds always above,

never ending rain. 


No tears, cannot shed,

dry as bones.