Runners

Red skies
Misty trees
The dead gained its rise
Eternal violence
Chaos bleeds.
Broken dreams
Exposed meat
Pulsing red
Many dead
Howls of terror
Jogging in place
Inevitable defeat
Spoiled meat
Maybe it's a phase
The latest craze
Maybe these are lies
This could be a sign
Bullets fly
Windows cry
They are unstoppable
Everyone else will die.