Slaughter House

My first sedako 'epic'. More of this one to come.

Glistening, glowing
Shining brightly in the dark
The light from the small lamp shines.

In that damp black room
Where so many have met Death
Crimson stains surround the walls.

Slowly but surely
He returns day after day
Seeking to finish the job.

The air is so tight
Barely enough to breathe with
Terror permeates e’erything.

In the Slaughter House
Blood freely flows from fresh wounds,
Splashing down onto the ground.