Sullen faces of no remorse,
Vacant eyes filled of shadowy darkness,
Hearts no longer beating,
Just flesh-like clay waltzing about,
With only the desire to feed on the living.

Teeth all broken and jagged,
A putrid stench escapes their jaws,
Moaning as if their in pain,
Limping about like wounded animals,
Dragging a broken foot against the ground.

The moonlight beams off their blank eyes,
Life no longer dwells inside,
Blank expressions show no fear,
If you see one steer far away.

Brains no longer function,
Yet something keeps them going,
Knowing only one instinct remains,
The need to feed on the living.

Their bodies cold from beyond the grave,
Gathering in numbers to break down the gates,
Pulling victims from their homes,
Tonight’s the night of the walking dead.