Through These Doors

Decaying bodies all over the place,
Skin is slithering away revealing the insides,
Nails curl up filling the air with the stench of despair,
Below the fingernails maggots establish their feeding grounds,
Ankles cut deep to the bone,
Dogs come racing forward picking out the perfect treat,
Screams from banshee bleed my ears,
Making a bed from human remains I lay sound asleep,
I leap to my feet as a touch of warmth engulfs my face,
Blood and puss mixed together making their daily route towards the sewer,
Awaken now I ponder once more,
To what crimes was I brought through these doors?

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