Click, clack, clock go the bones, go the bones.
Femurs cloaked in furs and facets
Moan, groan, moan.
Chip, snap, chop rolls the head, all alone.
In the executioner's basket
Rife with bones.
Oooh! Sigh. Aaah! Surge the crowds, minds blown,
As the satin of the casket
Stifles every moan.
Laugh love, laugh! for the liver's loom was sewn.
Blood it bleeds in beads gymnastic
Through the bones.
Thunk, clunk, chunk shiver chinked tombstones.
Corpses grin, the freaks fantastic!
Hellhounds moan.
Jostle, jangle, in a tangle, down they've flown
Roasting, roiling, acid ashes
Into pits the bones
They crashes!
Moan, grooan, mooooan.
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Poems for Morbid Children
PoesíaThis is a collection of some of my more curious and macabre poems. Many of my poems play with words, the sounds and shapes of them. However, I often attempt to delineate emotion and sensation I cannot otherwise word, or I take inspiration from legen...
