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Apocalypse Island/Excerpt IIIThe man quickly reached for his hunting knife in the sheath on his belt. Luckily, he hadn't lost it in the fall. He quickly unsheathed it and found his footing beneath him. The undead was swiftly barrelling towards him now, fiercely screaming at a deafening tone. Its mouth hung awkwardly low as if it had a broken jaw. Its eyes bugged out of its head with frightening rage and intensity. The undead's army fatigues were soiled and bloody, but not old. This being had not been undead long. The man readied himself as the undead drew closer. Just as it was about to engulf him, the man quickly juked to one side and swept the undead's legs out from beneath him. The undead flipped end over end and violently smacked the ground. The man quickly took advantage of his opportunity and lunged toward the undead and buried his knife into the back of its head.
Apocalypse Island/Excerpt IIThe man suddenly heard slow, lumbering footsteps approaching his vicinity. He laid down his pack and shouldered his crossbow. The man carefully scanned the jungle for any signs of the undead. He could smell a mixture of decaying flesh and feces in the air. He then spotted an undead male, no more than 18 years old, shuffling towards him. He had numerous bullet wounds scattered over his torso, and a shotgun wound revealed his insides. Blood stained his face and neck and tainted his already soiled clothing. The man carefully advanced for a better shot. The undead's eyes were sunken in and glazed over with a blue-moon hue. His lips snarled as he drew closer, revealing pieces of rotted meat stuck in his teeth. The man got within 20 feet of his target and steadied his crossbow, aiming directly at the forehead of the undead. He pulled the trigger, releasing the bolt and this tortured soul from his nightmare of gluttonous hunger.
Dead HorizonsDeep in a nightmare of sleep, his boney finger twitched rapidly and grazed over the trigger of his double barrelled shotgun. He was suddenly ripped out of sleep as the deafening shotgun round was discharged, narrowly missing his head. As he gathered his thoughts, he realized he had fallen asleep on the rooftop balcony. With hunger biting at his stomach, he gradually brought himself to his feet and scanned the morning horizon, as he had done countless times before. The pounding on the rooftop door began almost immediately, and quickly grew unnerving. His body turned cold, and felt as if it were shutting down. He then retreated into his den and collapsed near the threshold. Unknown to him, this particular sunrise would be his last.
He was awoken by a sharp, thumping pain in his stomach. He slowly reached for a bottle of what was left of his murky rain water. He took the last sip of the life giving substance and wet his dry, chapped lips. All the joints in his body cracked and popped as h
Our Dire FateA world condemned to a dire fate
Putrid corpses, forgotten forces of death and destruction, risen to destroy.
Ripping away, and tearing decay, from what is left, of humanity.
Spreading forward to consume it all, foundations destined to fall, upon us all.
Ripping away, and tearing decay from what is left of humanity.
No way, to delay, this decay, no replay.
The DirtPeople go their whole lives without moving more than the dirt their buried under, rotting in endless droves, shovelling their graves.
They dig with bloody splintered hands, and kiss regret with the tip of their shovels.
I can hear their screams, their muffled. I can hear them suffer, bleeding.
Dig no less than six feet under.
God said to me that their not worth my air, Satan then chimed the funeral bell.
God replied to me that he doesn't care, bury them six feet closer to hell.
People go their whole lives without moving more than the dirt their buried under, rotting in endless droves shovelling their graves.
Madness OverwhelmsMadness Overwhelms
One evening in the corner shop
Calvin Woods sat reading a paper
A tall dark man in a black hood came in
Looking dark and dapper
Calvin mistook him for an African
The stranger said he came from Cairo
Are you visiting or residing, Calvin asked
The other said, “I have gold. I am a pharaoh."
Yet the longer stayed the latter,
The more Calvin grew madder
Until he ran away screaming
While the latter burst into laughter
There will be times
When a man cannot determine
Between the howl of dogs
And the cries of men
Perchance he shall find
That the criers have thick hair
For they scarcely have the minds
Mid-evening in September
Alas I must always remember
I took a walk about my ground
The sky was dark and tense
The neighborhood lay silent in suspense
But soon the air was pierced by
What I mistook for the howl of hounds
When I wandered near
The howling fell in my ear
But seemed to have the voice of men
I beheld a strange sight
Which I pray I may never see
A pack of dog-like men
Sitting at the crossroad of a lane
Unlike Nowhere BeforeUnlike Nowhere Before
Dangerous territory for sure
Seeing his foes advance in the distance
Roger ran as fast as the wind
Occasionally glancing behind him
But he left them far behind
Still he kept running
Not sure when to stop or look around
The sun began to set, the moon was rising
Roger found himself in unknown ground
And everywhere about
There were sights he'd never seen
Signs on walls and over doors
He scarcely knew what they meant
Symbols scrawled by unknown hands
Of things he never knew
And overhead the sky was growing dark
Roger knew not what to do
So he kept walking
Searching for a soul to help
But nowhere was there anyone
Roger thought he was in Hell
Until he found strange carvings over one doorway
Then he realized Hell was not like that
And the shadows gathered closer
Something flew over him with wings like a bat
Still he knew no name of the place
Nor was there someone who knew
Roger shuddered visibly
Still he was lost as to what to do
Unsettling RevelationsUnsettling Revelations
A rather strange visit and a souvenir
That misty night in November
When there was not a stir in the air
And people and their pets lay to rest
In their homes in the town, everywhere
There came a low murmur
As if something stirred in a wind
Or a voice calling from afar
Yet nobody went outside to find
Then there followed the faint sound of footsteps
And the tall silhouette of a man
But only his shadow
Then the murmur came again
The footsteps passed a block of houses
Those within must have heard
But nobody opened a door or window
Nor did they say one word
Then the silhouette changed to something bigger
And the arms were sinewy and long
The stirring sensation resumed just then
But nobody perceived of any wrong
But the howling of hounds brought their masters to the gate
The men carried candles to see through the darkness
But they discovered that they were too late....
Lying still as a corpse was a neighbor
His eyes gaping straight ahead
They could not think of how he d
It's So Quiet NowDarkness settles in
Our star has gone away
Although it may be hard
I believe the black is here to stay
It's so quiet now
Silent and serene
The rustling outside though
Makes it hard not to scream
You wrap your arms around me
Squeezing tighter with more grip
You bury your head in my chest
Nervously biting your lip
The screams could be heard
From outside the door
Death hollers I was sure
It's so quiet now
It sounds as though they've left
Although the real truth is
Tomorrow comes death
Love From the GraveI awaken from somber dreams
where nothing is as it first seams,
your voice speaks from beyond the gray,
the unseen watch me with blank eyes,
lost among storm torn ocean skies
to the forgotten gods I prey,
let me sleep amid the tombstones
and wish on the oracle bones,
if only I knew you would stay.
Unhallowed Journey...Last night, seeking my soul to save,
I walked right over my own grave
And sank down into the worm-eaten earth
Where, shuddering, I saw the horrid birth
Of Things that gnawed on my gelid corpse,
Stealing all my dreams and hopes...
I fought with the fiends, I gouged and bit
Their revolting flesh--the taste of it!
Retching, I clawed my way up and out,
Only to be seized by a hideous rout
Of gibbering Ghouls who welcomed me
To their noxious revels, down by a sea
Choked with the corpses of unnumbered years,
The hideous nadir of all of my fears...
macabre circuscome one, come all
to the macabre carnival that is my mind,
where appearances truly are deceiving.
the price of a ticket is only your soul.
it will paint your true colors black,
capture your soul and lock it away in an antique circus trunk, among a downward spiral of other collected, trapped souls.
the adorable little balloon girl
pure wickedness hidden beneath her curls,
sells them, each black, white and blood red balloon representing a kidnapped spirit
it will recycle your body into a sinister freak, forever in the land of nightmares,
and there is no escape.
it appears a vivid and striking scene, visually charming and quaint
the sugary sweet and salty aromas will lure you in,
they disguise the stench of putrid, rotting flesh.
cotton candy, a tangled mass of webs spun by the deadliest spiders
and delicious caramel apples with a razorblade core
the merry music will lure you in; such splendid and uplifting notes lingering among the raucous of the delighted crowd
to conceal the tortured
dinner with the devilI had dinner with the devil,
one Friday afternoon.
We feasted on cheesecake,
and strawberry macaroons.
"Why shouldn't we indulge?"
sang he so flowery,
as he poured me a cup,
of rose-petal tea.
He was rather charismatic,
though in a salty sort of way.
"I make friends with enemies."
I often heard him say.
Not to say I'd hug the devil,
it's just so very cold outside,
all this rain and frigid lightning;
and the devil’s arms are wide.
"The world's a selfish place, my dear,
a sharpened blade is how you survive."
He leered in close and with a smile he sang,
"Little girls get eaten alive."
I can resist temptation,
even if it's crawling at my feet.
"But it's the glory of sin you want,"
and sin often tastes so sweet.
"Dear, you wouldn't be the only one,"
he said, "Everyone does bad."
And I've noticed everyone lately.
And everyone seems glad.
And then he lead me to the window,
to see with my own eyes,
to show me ignorance is bliss,
I saw people walking in lies!
I must admit I'm young and th
Apocalypse Island/ExcerptThe moon lit up the camp as the man slept lightly, always remaining vigil. He had chosen to remain on his own, ever since the beginning of the undead apocalypse. He had always been somewhat of a loner. He had no wife, no family to speak of on the island. He thought to himself, amidst the chaos of the unravelling of society that he ought to remain alone, and out of sight of the military. For the military, during this time, was acting on its own behalf. No orders from Washington, no higher ups, no red tape, no morals to distract them from their task at hand. The military's only perspective was to eliminate the threat of the undead and other survivors alike. Mass murders occurred at the points of their weapons. Selfishly hoarding any and all supplies they could find, to ensure their own survival they pried weapons, food, water and ammo out of their victim's lifeless hands. The light from the small camp fire slowly faded as the fire dwindled and fell to ashes.
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
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