Out to Play

At the dusk of day,
zombies are out to play.
Escaping the virtical tombs,
their haven, like mothers wombs.
Five lifeless beasts,
out in search of fresh meat.
They spot a fire out by the lake,
Six people and they all seem awake.

In the shadows the zombies circle around,
no sound or movement can be heard or found.
The attacks begin at the same time,
brutal murders all quiet like a mime.
Tear the limbs from the sockets,
Scratching, biting, clawing into the night,
these humans put up a great fight.

Splatterd blood lay all around,
dozens of organs, scatterd the ground.
The last victim a sweet little boy,
raping him like a used sex toy.
Biting off all his fingers and toes,
chewing at the limbs, scrotum, ears and nose.

Keeping him alive till he bleeds to death,
clawing through the back, ribs and neck.
Reaching the organs from both sides,
through the night you can hear his painful cries.
All blood has poured,seeing the eyes roll into his head,
his pale limp body is now dead.

Removing all meat from the bones,
Though they should soon go home.
Back to the boneyard from which they came,
anxious for the next killing game.