Zombies?

Take a breath
Let it in
The stench of death
The smell of sin
Bones cover the ground
Don't make a sound
Don't wake the dead
Let them rest in their dirt bed
Let it out
The smell of your skin
Don't move about
They rise from within
Stay in place
Your face covered by black lace
Let them devour
Don't be sour
Don't fight them off
At you, they scoff
They smirk and say,
"You're too weak to play,
You're no match for us.
Don't make a fuss,
You'll be gone
When the sun comes along."