The Dread

In the shadow’s cold embrace, where nightmares slither without grace. Hide the horrors that you dread, beneath the skin, inside your head.

Blood-marred walls whisper despair, flesh-corroded, hollow stare. A sickened scream in endless loop, drowning in decay’s dark soup.

Skinless remnants, trophies of pain, flesh stitched tight with threads of rain. Visions of darkness seep through the cracks, a fortress built on blood and black.

The stench of decomposition reigns, a city built on suffering’s remains, hands that claw from the grave’s embrace. Pulling souls into endless disgrace.

Eyes clouded, staring into abyss, seeing monsters in every kiss. Tongues forked, tasting dread, feeding on the ones long dead.

Chains of the past, rusted and cold, rattle stories of tales untold. A Judas kiss in the shadow's lair, betrayal’s echo whispers despair.

Maggots crawl through hollowed skulls, feeding on forgotten souls’ pulls. Limb by limb, they devour the night, turning flesh into parasite’s delight.

Echoes of screams, muffled, distant, lost in the dirt, the dark, the insistent. A funeral procession to the void, where innocence is forever destroyed.

Lurking in the rot and decay, a mocking specter’s relentless sway. Eyes that leer in shadow’s gloom, guiding all to their doom.

The air thick with disease and rot, a cursed legacy, defiled plot. Spires of gore rise from the mud, A monument to endless blood.

In the depths of the nightmare’s lair, nothing remains but despair. Skeletons dance in sickened grace, chasing shadows in this forsaken place.