Trapped

Ramble about a man trapped with a dead horde at the door...

Oh foul stench from my lost love beside Me
Ghouls scratching at the door
Moans eminating from long dead lips
What horror am I in ?

I look at your cold dead eyes
Long gone the sweet laughter
A twinkle like a well cut facet
Those lips,oh how I miss your passion

Still they try to breach my door
On and on the undead horde
Creak and limp towards my door
Hungry to tear and digest my warm flesh

Nostrels flair as they scent me
Any sound I make spurs them on frantically banging
Thru the window I notice a young woman
Long fair hair,fake tan on rotting green tinged flesh
Dressed provocatively, top ripped
One full voluptuous breast exposed
Torn and bitten
What a beauty she once was
Now decayed,rotten,foul

Suddenly she stirs,a low sound emits
She jerks towards me ,my love teeth bared
She still aches for me,but now I am sustenance
Not love,passion,friendship, just food
The hammer feels heavy in my hand
Thru tears I strike,she slumps ,I recoil
They break in.

Author's Note

I know not very good sorry .