Morbid souls

Morbid souls
Wretched souls
The undead they wander...wearily
Over the landscape
Midnight, the time that consumes
The body in a hot sweat
Fear lurks in the darkness
Giving warning to the restless ones
Tearing flesh, licking blood
The end approaches
Hunger of the night has claimed
Another...
Lying in the dirt
Thoughts of death enter the mind
Yet death, will never give the answer
Anguish and depravity are all that is known