A Victim Among the Dead

Walking through the graveyard

I heard the strangest thing

It was a voice, almost a whisper

"Help Me.."

Rotten to the Core

Cryptic surroundings massively reek of flesh
Awakened by an iron shovel digging holes
Rising up out of this

THE HAUNTED
Hear them heart howling;
Behold them blood bleeding.
As the frog croaks,
As the cricket chirps,
In them drowning

Nightmares

They crawled across the night,
Seeking prisoners in their path.
They stopped at nothing for no-one,
Unleashing their

See the darkness; bask in what it beholds,
The rain and the snow; the wind and the cold,
What waits for you in the dead of