Sewers run red with blood.
Un-speakable evil’s walk the street.
In search of fresh meat.
Coated from head to toe in dry mud.
Escaping there graves in the dead of night.
Soul-less eyes and missing limbs.
Always on the hunt for there next victims.
Filling children’s dreams with fright.
Hungry eyes staring out of the shadows.
At a world they do not belong in.
Blood trickling down there chin.
Near by sit ever watchful crows.
Waiting for the carnage to begin
And the zombies to win.
