Reality of, the dead live
A growth which left life scarce
The spread, to infect by d**h
Their yearn for flesh, it s drive to exist
To eat, only the instinct now left
A population, where corpses walk
Trapped underground
A fight to stay alive
Undertaking, the carving of living dead
Experiments, to learn why they feast
Dissections, find no need to be
Just living meat, fulfill it s crave
Driven to stalk, by the core
Chosen, from a necropolis pen
Surgical means, to explain
Of occupants above, who wander till
Time leaves Immobile from decay
Punishment, from the creator
Who visited a curse upon us
An army of rot
To devour till none
All to walk in d**h
Of ripped for meal, to feed
Above and below as one
Both to shuffle off a mortal coil
Humanity now fallen
For this day of the dead….