Rotten in the wards

Cold walls whisper, shadows creep,

A silent hospital where the dead don’t sleep.

The scent of decay fills the air,

A body forgotten, left in despair.

Rotten flesh, skin turned to dust,

In these halls, no one to trust.

A rotting body in the abandoned wards,

Where death is silent, and the darkness soars.

Eyes wide open, but there's no soul,

A decayed vessel, lost and cold.

Skeletal hands clutch at the air,

No more life, no one to care.

Flies feast on the remnants of skin,

The end has come, no salvation within.

Rotten flesh, skin turned to dust,

In these halls, no one to trust.

A rotting body in the abandoned wards,

Where death is silent, and the darkness soars.

Eyes wide open, but there's no soul,

A decayed vessel, lost and cold.

Echoes of screams in the night,

Fading memories, no end in sight.

A place of torment, forgotten cries,

Where the living walk, but the dead still rise.

A rotting body in the abandoned wards,

Where death is silent, and the darkness soars.

Eyes wide open, but there's no soul,

A decayed vessel, lost and cold.

A rotting corpse, forever bound,

In these forsaken halls, no peace is found.

The morgue's a tomb, the truth is clear,

This hospital’s curse—forever near.