Eyes of death, a lifeless pit.
Jagged teeth that will infect you if you get bit.
Hands of bones and flesh that rots.
Nostrils that smells you right on the spot.
Heightened strength and durability.
Such an inhuman ability.
United they stand,
Divided they fall.
With their crumbling hands,
They’ll tear down your wall.
You try to fight them off,
But there’s just too many.
So you sprint away from the invaded loft.
You try to escape your hungry enemies.
Run, run, run, get out of there.
Go somewhere, go anywhere.
You caught a dead end, they’re closing near.
You hear their moans of hunger
As you cringe in fear.