Visions Of Flesh Eaters

Late in the night, as I lie in my bed
Another sick vision arrives in my head.

Blood soaked floors and the living dead!

Bodies still function, yet hollow within
Rotting flesh and the palest of skin.

Walking the streets they crave for your brains,
They'll tear through your skin and rip out your veins.

Theres no where to hide, they'll sniff out your fear.
Cries of distress is all you can hear.

Destruction is all that awaits in this place,
As they wipe out the entire human race!