The Living

The dead must sleep
never to wake
from the eternal slumber at life’s end.

Disturbances occur
the dead begin to shiver
as their rotting eyelids snap open.

Decaying, decrepit, filthy, and mindless
they wander this earth without haste
walking abominations…soulless parasites.

Bringers of death
the epitome of sin
leaving destruction in their wake.

Milky eyes that harbor no emotion
festering flesh, teaming with maggots
soggy skin slipping off of muscle…

They lurk silently
following the smell of fresh flesh
the sound of blood pumping.

Sinking their teeth into warm meat
bone crunches under their teeth
tendons melt like butter.

They wallow in their kill
sucking the bones clean of all marrow
gluttonously slurping intestines.

A misguided attempt to be them
to alter their destiny
and stop the constant pain.

Envious of them
those who walk un-cursed
…the living.