ABADDON WAITS

He was there
Pale gray
Meatless frame
Rags for clothes

Hollow eyed
Withered lips
On boney knees
Gnawing his own flesh

He growled
When he saw me
Returned to eating
Watching me closely

She hung upside down
Hair trailing 
Towards the floor
Her face sagged

She kept her hands folded 
over her dried breast
She seemed to sway
Moaning as in a wind

The baby colorless and dry
Lay in the corner
As if thrown there
Naught but waste

Huge eyes
Glassy
Stared at nothing
Blinking

Broken nails
Chalkboard’s squeal
Blue veined fist
Pounds out echoes

If this is hell
Then your not late
Time never started
Nor will it end

Call the abandoned
Relish the obscene 
Debone the zealots 
Suckle the wicked

Pain for all
Travails abound 
As specters hum
Off keyed wails

No scarlet seen
For blood is life
Only death 
Is welcome here

He bury’s his face
In moldy flesh
Scraping bone knees
On cinder and rock

She sounds a 
breathy wheezing
As air escapes 
Dry lungs

And the gargoyle
I thought a baby
Slime trails
Up the wall

All accepted here you’ll find 
There is no cost
A place for all 
That choose to believe

There is no land for the lost