[by Schirenc]



lifeless they are prowling

Dark deserted streets

Raw are their faces

close is their sense of smell

Shadows of the past life

Marked their facial expressions

Forgotten are emotions

And only hunger remains

Silent they are reeling

Bodies cold like ice

Lost in a dream

Bones wrapped out in proud flesh

Aesthetic is the play

Of their uncovered sinews

Breed of the demised

Signs of transistoriness

Deep inside

Maggots and gruels have their nests

Guts can be

The home for a worm-family

They can't remember

The names they had once

Besides after death

Names have no consequence

They won't recognise

Parents, children and friends

memories are extinguished

And only hunger remains

Mouldy are their incisors

Appearance are deceptive

They're able to crunch a thighbone

It seems that they don't know compassion

Because they would even assault

A 3 years old girl in a wheelchair

Eager for booty and foaming

They rush at everything that moves

Believe me their greed knows no bounds

One bite of them is enough

And you will become one of them

You would lose your human nature

And only hunger remains