They Poem by Cain XXX

They see but
They have no eyes.

They hear but
They have no ears.

They touch but
They cannot feel.

They scream but
They have no mouths.

Their brains are rotten,
Goblets of decaying flesh dripping off their skulls.
Their hearts are black to the core,
Like acid, Time has corroded away at their souls
Leaving empty corpses to
keep living. keep breathing.

They are dead, but then again,
They are alive.

We are the
New Generation.