Your bellies torn open,
you're ripped limb from limb.
The zombies move closer,
guts are hanging from their chins.
Your skull is bludgeoned open,
fresh blood sparks their thirst.
Brain matter dissected,
they have done the worst.
Unquenchable hunger,
unreachable goal.
Onwards they shamble,
your skulls serve as bowls.
Where did they come from,
these corpses of Hell?
Your numbers diminish,
as their dark horde swells.
No sin has been committed,
but no innocent is spared.
They're here to eat your brains,
and who's brains they do not care.
Half rotten eyes are useless,
they have unheard of senses.
Your sweet flesh's detected fast,
the horde smashes through fences.
Tackled by the mob,
your screams are muffled by their moans.
They gouge your eyes out first,
then their teeth grind on your bones.
