Deep in the maze of winding corridors
‘Neath rotting timbers and crumbling stone
‘Mongst dust and filth and the bones of crack whores
In darkness I hunt as the wind doth moan
Aeons ago humans dwelt in this place
Together we fucked and slept, ate and shat
Now we alone sift through medical waste
For as one they all upped and left, that was that
Alone we roam through their palatial halls
We pick rotten flesh from bones of the dead
As darkness consumes these hospital wards
We crawl over needles ‘neath musty beds
Yet even now in this forgotten land
I hear the tormented screams of the damned


About TheImaginator

35 year old sciolist living in Tokyo. I like swing dancing, Twitter word games, writing, using, reading, and watching movies. I write stuff on my blog occasionally.
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2 Responses to Vermin

  1. Harliqueen says:

    Always so impressed by your descriptions!

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