Broken Blood

Walls made of bone, of blood,
made to entangle souls in flood.
Of dark, of death, of night.

Desperate cries in the dark,
hysterical, yearning and stark.
Help never comes, no beat of the heart.

Mangled bodies, bloodily hewn,
struck asunder by an unseen doom.
Chest gaping, revealing a broken heart.

Broken blood runs aside,
never a happy place to hide.
Deep is the wound, harsh is the knife.

Deep inside an earthen tomb,
hidden as in the womb.
The dark will silence the blood.