In the depths of darkness, where shadows play
Lurks a creature, born of decay
Its flesh is rotting, its eyes aglow
Feasting on fear, as souls go slow
Its skin is crawling, with maggots bright
Wriggling worms, in the dead of night
Its mouth is open, with jaws so wide
Devouring screams, as terror hides
In the abandoned asylum, it makes its lair
Where madness reigns, and terror's there
The stench of death, its wicked delight
As it feasts on flesh, through endless night
Beware the creature, with putrid skin
Lest you become, its next grim din
For in its presence, all hope does fade
And terror reigns, in its gruesome shade.
