Massacre

Holding on hunger
a destructive appetite
the craving for blood
that lies within...

Hail demons of fire
seek thy veins
as for the arrival of the night
this portrait shall be set...

A marching disease
arrives,eliminating
the security and ease
that they were found on

Clawing out the heart
distorting the corpse
the occult howling
penetrating through the skin...

Flame,blood And dust
blend into each other
Flesh,Steel And rust
suffocate lives together

bled,they had
and souls parted
from corpses
rushing into
eternal torture

Alas..

these are the wolves
of a bleak sight
a brutal concept
of a dangerous mind...

I'm still working on this poems,but i just submitted to see what people think
this was an old poem of mine i found,i edited and added some more lines.
I'm also thinking about replacing the last section,what do you think ?