• A cold lifeless husk
    Reaching out from the grave
    Teeth gnashing in the dirt
    Blood and brains it craves

    Come join your brethren
    A teeming mass of decay
    We'll break in glass and doors
    And together we can slay

    Instinctual and hungry
    Seeming blind but seeing all
    Grabbing out with bloody hands
    They'll walk after you or crawl

    Roaming countrysides and streets
    Searching for sweet human flesh
    Blood organs, skin, sweet muscle
    It's all good as long as it's fresh

    I can smell the pumping blood
    A man alive is close to me
    The stench of sweat and fear
    Licking my lips expectantly

    Sneaking and silent I approach
    No breath to reveal my presence
    His breathing, heavy and ragged
    Trying to find us with every sense

    My eyes spark with raging hunger
    A lunge of muscle, snapping jaws
    An explosion of blood in my mouth
    as he screams about God's laws.

    My jaws clench on the flesh
    Tearing as I rip my head back
    The man lays in pooling blood
    To me he's only a delicious snack

    Others enlightened to the meal
    Rushing to me with hungry zeal
    I crouch in and tear with my hands
    Blood splashing across me as I kneel

    My hand catches on his ribcage
    I coil my fingers and yank hard
    Bone splinters and rips apart
    Baring the feast that was barred

    My fingers twitch in want
    blood soaks the cavity as I stare
    I sink my hands into the blood
    I'm greedy, don't want to share

    I coil my hand around the heart
    Pure muscle still pumps against my hand
    I tear it viciously blood splatters
    I take a bite, the taste is grand

    I devour the organ ravenously
    Others begin to arrive at the feast
    Tearing into the arms and legs
    And by now he's far deceased

    Some are bare, others barely clothed
    Blood is spread as meat is torn
    Tearing into the abdomen
    Bowels ripped out as flesh is shorn

    I grab the man's hair with bloody hands
    Staring into his eyes so dead
    I grip tighter, licking my lips again
    Hitting the ground with his head

    Crack after sickening crack
    The skull splits with a final thud
    tearing the head to the side
    brains leaking with more blood

    My hands are like shovels
    Scooping the matter in
    Groaning out in enjoyment
    My lips pulled into a bloody grin

    My belly's full, satiated to a whole
    I pull away from the bloody mess
    Another zombie taking my spot
    Moving away, never eating to excess