It’s eerie here
The cold fog lingers and the smell of death permeates the air
The scenery is vile and it’s portrayal is of destruction
Where there was once life, perhaps?
Nothing volatile remains
Just the gritty moans of agony and pain
Now trudging lifeless
It seems no hope is left
Just insatiable blood thirsty lust
Your limbs rotted and oblique
Reborn into death with nary an object left to seek