Sta.sh
Worms carve through my brain.
I hunger to inflict pain.
To those whose blood still runs warm,
And eat their flesh like cobs of corn.
The moon is full, the fog is looming.
The hungry and undead are swooning,
To stalk you down this darkened street,
And suck, and tear, and drink, and eat.
We smell your fragrant flesh from here,
And taste the air that's thick with fear.
We pine to break your frail bones,
And hear your soft melodic moans.
Staggering sideways down the halls,
And crawling like spiders up the walls.
Our tongue-less groans confirm your fears,
Like maggots squirming through your ears.
Come and join us on this journey,
To put the live ones on a gurney.
To line the land with severed toes,
and fill the air with pleading woes.
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