Fiends

They came straight for us in the middle of the day

Decaying strange horrors of yellow things with swinging blades

Some were missing legs, still making their way at a quickened pace

It's now a panicked race as crowds begin to fade

Staggered brains making claims to what they see

but fiends were never featured on any TV screen

And now begin the screams of many hes and many shes

Even the children are seen as weaker enemies

Creatures from some place not close by

Had hidden amongst us in pure day light

What is the point of fear coming in the midst of the night

If they're not able to see us run for our lives.