Crying Corpses

The cancer it courses through the crying corpses

As they weep and wail in wantonness ways 

They claw through the corridors, cramped and crowded

Waiting with wickedness in their wallowing want

Vile and villainous in vehement volition   

 

Can we control this course in cruelty

Where the wrathful wreak havoc to tickle their wills 

Carrying the cravings of carnivorous canines

While whetting their whips and wetting their fangs?  

Their vision is vicious. Their victims are vanishing

 

When will the weather wash away the withered and worn

And clear the carnage that crushes the crimeless?

When will the weary wake from their bewitchment

And cleanse the chicanery from the corners of creation?

  

With the dreary and dieing comes danger still dreadful.

The decaying will decease before admitting defeat

Can they hope to heal the hardened sores of the said sorrows?

Can the undead undue the damage already done?