Infestation

In the silence of space, there's a creeping dread. Heat leeches are

lurking, escaping the vents. They feed on the warmth, they hunt in

the dark, monstrous spawn of the terror morphs heart. We hear the

skitter, the scratch of their claws, they move in the shadows,

snapping their jaws. Our ship's a coffin, no way to escape.

The heat leaches come and there's no time to wait. Infestation in the

cold of the night, heat leaches they strike, giving us fright.

From the vents they emerge, they will feast on our blood, on our flesh.