Blood Across The Walls Poem by Vasto Grom

I remember those dreaded halls
All that blood splattered on the walls
The people had all gone mad
While they were murdering each other they almost seemed glad
As they feasted on bodies of the dead
I felt myself well up with dread
Why were they acting this way
What could have made them change today
Their bodies seemed dead and their eyes were glazed
They wandered the halls almost as if they were dazed
Even the ones that had been eaten rose and walked down the halls
But the worst part was their low and mournful calls
I hope that I can survive the nightmare unleashed upon this day
But what fate has in store for me I can not say