Blood Prints

Blood Prints


Walking in the dark by an open tomb,
By my side a demonic figure arose.
Red eyes punctured at my very soul,
The hypnotic stare fractured my inner being.
What foul bloody smell is this?
The smell of the walking dead?

Trails of bloody prints on the floor,
Her hygiene was so poor.
Didn't know what was in stored,
Then her gloomy cunning stare.
She started running towards me,
Suddenly I knew dinner was served.

What Vicious beast is this?
Thats furious and teases her prey.
That, came out of an evil womb?
Later from such a demonic tomb,
An insomniatic corpse in front of me.

Bloody gray rotten corpse,
How have I gotten this far.
The foul smell of decay,
An unknown walking soul.
That has mistakenly awaken,
On this dark forgotten cemetery.
By: Mony