Graveyard Of Skeletons

Surrounded by the stingy smell,

Covered with shattered pieces of wine bottle,

Innumerous stones were embedded in the ground,

Such was the first look of my trip to the "graveyard of skeletons".

Skulls were flying in the air,

Femur bones were bathing in blood,

Spinal cord was ruling over the brain

And heart was dancing in the mud.

The eyes were glancing at everyone

From the rooms of buried coffins,

Out of the flesh of newly died animals

Guess what type of cuisine did arms were cooking?

Limbs were chasing each other,

Noses were guessing various smells,

Even after waking up from my sleep

I was terrified by the jaw's yell.