Bodies laid upon cold steel slabs
blood and urine drenching the floor
the stench of decay over helms the living

as pus seeps from every pour

Rusty instruments of healing

now devices of torture and suffering
as pain becomes life and life becomes death
the screams of the dying becomes

cries of rebirth for the dead

Deep onside the dunwich morgue

the dead begin to rise
feasting on flesh
and seeking new victims


Killing only out of instinct
thinking there alive

consuming body organs of anything
living or moving


The dead eating the dead
!@$)or the sake of being dead
no remorse or concern

for any human life
all will be consumed