• cracked holes in flesh
    scarlet rivers run
    afraid of the sun
    the rays of life.

    Pushing up soil
    the world in toil
    is its dream
    it may seem

    it wants your soul
    to swallow hole
    it moves slow
    but strikes a heavy blow.

    it hunts its pray
    in the night, not day.
    by the time dawn comes
    its job will be done.

    it finds
    it grabbs
    it bites
    you scream
    you bleed
    you die

    It takes your flesh
    to heal its own
    it takes your bones
    to create more

    to create more evil
    more lving dead
    more bloodshead

    it comes until the rays of life shine.
    the sun comes
    it screams and dies

    it begins to burn
    to ash
    to ash
    to ash

    it burns
    no urn
    for the souless
    the thing dies
    and avenges your death