Images 1 & 2
This is a piece I wrote some time ago. I had it in my head last night at work and thought I might as well post it as I don't believe I have done so previously. Part one is a throwback I wrote several years ago and one of my personal favourite pieces I have penned.
Images Pt 2.
A large old house in the middle of nowhere,
aside from the owner nobody goes there,
below bare floors is a cellar with no stairs,
it's there where a girl lays curled up and so scared,
a low glare, comes through a small and dirty-
pane in the wall at around seven thirty,
every morning, warning her that soon,
her keeper will appear and drop a meal into the room,
into the gloom, this lonely lair, this dungeon,
where it's hard to breath because the only air is pungent,
he never speaks a word, never looks her way,
her sense of time is shot since she first mistook the day,
it could be weeks, it could be months or years,
since she was dumped here in stunned fear, it's unclear,
she lies on the stone and cries for her home,
till she's dry as a bone, then she dies all alone,
images of fear and images of loneliness,
images are clear when death is the only rest,
A crawlspace, beneath an average home,
decomposing bodies and all sorts of scattered bones,
maggots and roaches feast on the flesh,
of the creatures that nest they're the least of the pests,
mice and rats twice as fat as a sumo-
wrestler, tear flesh up and chew through bone,
a few thrown, alive into the pit,
they view bones, then dive into the shit,
scurry through the filth upon hands and knees,
waste in their face and no space to stand and breathe,
most suffocate, if they're lucky die quick,
the other fate, get stuck and lie sick,
for days till they're slayed by the master of the house,
who navigates this chamber faster than a mouse,
laughter is aroused as a knife tears the flesh,
pests leave their nests, swarm the corpse where it rests,
images of life and images of death,
images are rife when you take your final breaths,
A cave which winds down deep in the earth,
a cold, dark dampness which has given birth,
to a species of creatures primal in nature,
who use the bones of past victims to bait ya,
pounce on your body from out of the darkness,
devour your flesh and dispose of the carcass,
use your skull and your ribcage as markers,
to navigate through the incessant starkness-
of rock, endless walls and passages,
echo the relentless call of savages,
deep dark pools play host to an array,
of beasts which lurk there most of the day,
emerge when they detect a human presence,
tear through flesh like a pack of famished peasants,
sharpen their teeth and claws with great speed,
return to the depths and await their next feed,
images of darkness, images of light,
an image gives a spark in the darkness of the night,
A secret lab in an underground network,
where a team of shady doctors and vets work,
an unmoralistic and sick operation,
the knowledge of which would quick drop the nations'-
residents, jaws in disgust,
shock and horror, and enforce their mistrust,
in a government which lies, steals and sponsors,
illegal operations and deals with monsters,
underground tunnels lead to hospitals,
and veterinary clinics, so these deeds are possible,
organs removed from recently deceased,
humans and animals, shipped off to "The Priest",
the man in charge of this operation,
demanding large costs to chop a patient,
organs sold to the rich and prestigious,
the rest thrown in rivers, ditches and fridges,
images of greed and images of guilt,
images which lead you on a downward tilt.
Images
Light shines in dark places, words emerge from drains in gutters,
They turn to bats and flutter as the people close their shutters,
A man gets caught and tries to scream but only stutters,
He dies behind a sputter of the cries he tries to utter,
Take a tour through the sewers that run beneath the city,
A shitty fetid wasteland, disgraced and full of pity,
Pools of gritty waste have their place and serve a purpose,
They’re a home to the creatures that lurk beneath the surface,
The lethal teeth of serpents provide a service which is certain-
To assure a dose of hurtin’ before they close the curtains,
Squirtin’ venom from the tips, it drips into the sludge,
And there’s no legislature cause nature is the judge,
An owl sits on its perch by the light of the moon,
A withered tree near a church is where it sits and croons,
There’s a well nearby, this well is near dry,
Through teary eyes a boy stares at the clear sky,
His home is the darkness, the damp and slimy brick,
At night he lays his back on a cramped and grimy slick,
Rat’s claws prick at his skin like a cactus,
Their eyes glow red through the thick of the blackness,
They’ve become his only friends in this glum and lonely den,
Blood drips from his fingers’ raw, numb and boney ends,
As he tries to climb the brick and he finds the grime is thick,
His grip quickly slips, he dies with one final kick,
A submarine lurks in the depths of the ocean,
And there’s no radar that will register its motion,
The occupants all died way back in the seventies,
But remained on the vessel cause they weren’t given heaven’s keys,
Eventually their energies were focused on their enemies,
They were never seen by any team whose vessel would descend the seas,
Struggling mentally their enemies would tend to flee defensively,
You can sense the grief when they speak, remembering these times, pensively,
Hence the brief pause after four more exhausted,
As we remember those who fought in these wars, and those who caused it,
Enforced it, endorsed it, killed and stayed remorseless,
The thoughtless savage forces, slaughtered soldiers and their horses,
Down in the deepest dark depths of the ocean,
An alien community have placed their devotion,
In developing their base and continuing research,
On the inhabitants of earth, avoiding becoming besmirched,
An immense metal dome conceals their activities,
They leave the fortress in saucers and come back with a seized-
Human being, who is then used in their experiments,
They answer many questions but they never give them evidence,
Malevolence is never sensed by those within their presence,
Their benevolence is evident, inherent in their essence,
Their lessons are a blessing to the few they use for testing,
They use these sessions for addressing many interesting questions,
Under brilliant white lights examinations are conducted,
Then structured files and dossiers are punctually constructed,
Which function in conjunction with a confidential covenant,
These instructions come from national and continental governments.
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