The New Dead

The new dead. 

They come in screaming, scraping, struggling and dragging across the floor. The darkness down and the darkness above, they can’t seem to see anymore.

It is directly there that their eyes fix a stare, as the earth shakes and rumbles.

Inverted obelisks pointing nowhere, no heaven, no hell...no space to tell.

The senses are dulled, all are muted, yet a constant knocking at the door continues incessantly, insanely.

Round and round the echoes stir from that door while nowhere they are found and the life becomes a blur.

Then the pin drops, as all goes silent.

It is here, here where the new dead lay.