Crawlspace

dark red heaps of undiscovered graves
decaying  and rotting
sweet smell of old death
mingled with the flowers of the keeper
crawl space packed
missing souls unable to speak
no one looking
whores junkies mistreated children and homeless
together and not at peace
nobodys wanted to be somebodys
masks of death
faces contourted
lives already destroyed yet taken again
in the hole they live