#morgue
clink of chains
prisoner groans
sounds of the fallen
mingle with dust
into the earth
worm world
dark passage
a place called death.
1d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 9:31 AM UTC
The search has stopped — no way you sought,
There never was one, never has been.
Slammed hard against the skull, the thought,
But the mind paid no attention, unseen.
The strength is gone — just one last line,
I dropped the message at the end,
The scent of bleach on the morgue sign,
The threshold has become a close friend.
Fate can't be changed — just ice and cold,
The story’s end is ready to be told.
Too late to keep the words on hold,
Shout them out from memory — unfold.
The dogs in packs began to howl,
From the basement, rise the sounds.
There is no other news — it's foul,
None wrote it down, there are bounds.
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 11:42 PM UTC
pay more respect to the women working at morgues.
they tend to the dead
it takes sympathy
it takes care
it takes courage
it takes control
not the control of fear of stray souls
not the control of fear of phantoms
but the control of wanton
and that is why men aren't hired by morgues.
Oct 30, 2024
Oct 30, 2024 at 4:28 AM UTC
They say I'm alone
But I am not.
I work with the dead,
So I’ve got
Ghosts and ghouls in my head,
Each of them a friend,
Sharing their wisdoms
In rot.
It’s been some time
Since I’ve met a living.
They come
Insisting my giving
To them my help,
Often of health
But their stories
End only in sinning.
A woman’s just entered
My morgue.
With courage,
She came through the door.
He stride struck a chord-
Like I’d seen her before-
Like I knew my advice’d
Be ignored.
Of course,
She wanted my help.
From death,
Was the terror she felt.
She had come all this way,
I had nothing to say?
So she thanked me and
Returned to her hell.
Nov 7, 2024
Nov 7, 2024 at 11:14 AM UTC
grave request
by Michael R. Burch
come to ur doom
in Tombstone;
the stars stark and chill
over Boot Hill
care nothing for ur desire;
still,
imagine they wish u no ill,
that u burn with the same antique fire;
for there’s nothing to life but the thrill
of living until u expire;
so come, spend ur last hardearned bill
on Tombstone.
Keywords/Tags: Tombstone, Boot Hill, grave, headstone, death, doom, graveyard, morgue, final, payment, resting place
Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 4:14 AM UTC
its pathetic how you could let me
lay here without trying to save me
i’m cold and scared
but this is what you wanted.
you wanted me too be empty
and soon there will be
a void in my chest
soon you can cut
deeper into me
and harvest whats left.
i won’t scream now
because I'm lacking breath
your hands never left a
mark when
i was full of blood
but if you could see
the inside my brain
the damages
had been done.
Mar 11, 2020
Mar 11, 2020 at 1:48 PM UTC
away.
i’m not of this earth,
i see my body but i’m no where near it,
maybe its my body and i’m my soul,
drifting away and watching my body from afar,
how did it end up this way?
up and down,
left and right,
constantly pulled into a direction i have no recollection of,
who’s controlling me if not myself?
if not my body, pulling the strings while i’m mindlessly going along?
just an empty vessel,
is what’s in front of me now.
no soul, spirit, mind enclosed,
but a mere space of organs and bones,
awaiting to be pulled and shelved for disclosure.
away.
i am without being permanent and withholding,
but just away... as something that never was to begin with.
Jun 2, 2019
Jun 2, 2019 at 1:45 PM UTC
moribund,
I’m just like what one of the Bronte’s said –
'down to that tomb already more than mine!'
but it’s you on the trolley, the metal just as cold as your skin.
how close were we to this end
and for how long did we walk this wire?
lost and deserted each, neither better than the other.
how long did we swear by denouement
before you gave in and claimed it as your own?
I was and will always be light years, light years away from you.
now I tie your toes together, no ghost could compare with the haunting
of you and your memory:
stains of summer and bruises of promises
in a bed still half empty –
half yours, half mine,
and your half is now missing.
Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 2:18 PM UTC
On thin, white sheets, today, I lay
Each IV drop, brings me dismay
There's something I have longed to say...
You pull the plug and make my day.
Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 2:57 AM UTC
i'm going to die one day, just give me a sec.
to procrastinate my death's due day while i practice being laid to rest.
- g.w
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 3:38 PM UTC
i am an anchor, i struggle to carry my own weight
my world is an ocean and here time moves slow.
i cannot breathe and no one can hear the
words i speak.
i am an anchor,
i've sunk to the deepest point of the darkest ocean
and here
i lay dormant.
- g.w
Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 11:48 AM UTC
The tag hanging on my big toe
That's the only way you'll ever know my name
Turning blue along the edges
Sick sick sick
I'm sick in a way you don't understand
Only once I'm forever asleep
Will I let you hold my hand
I'm just afraid to poison you with all the pain I have inside
You don't deserve what I have
But I deserve to die
So I'll meet you in the morgue once the night is over
Red bracelets around my wrist
But my heart full of yearning wanting you closer
I'll give the coroner a special order
To give my bleeding heart to you
Forever yours
Can't breathe anymore
My last breath was saturated with the taste of you
The tag hanging on my toe
That's the only way you'll ever know
Who I am
Without you
Aug 26, 2016
Aug 26, 2016 at 8:10 AM UTC
Sad wide eyes of homelessness
A murderous winter
falls without Mercey
The morgue fills with tenants
Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 8:18 PM UTC
it's 2am and across the street a dog is barking. i'm staring so hard into my keyboard that it begins to blur. i am thinking. the room is empty. and near pitch black but there is light peeking through the blinds. i am almost as still as the objects here except my cigarette stained lungs keep moving. sometimes i forget to breathe. sometimes is usually. don't forget to breathe, my daddy once told me.
i wish i would stop forever.
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 12:17 PM UTC