The Feast

A rewrite of a nightmare I could not get out of my head for weeks. Seriously, those sounds haunted me for a while.

Across the foggy atmosphere
Of a seaside town so drear
My mind's eye played among the streets
Where infestations and dampness meet

If it was your house I'll never know
I only remember approaching it slow
Past tired wood and window pane
There issued a pattern that horridly remained

Rip
Squish
Smack
Squeak and moan
These sounds forever in my head did embed

Rip
Squish
Smack
Squeak and moan
I swear they were eating you in your bed