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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.
Lady WinterFrightful beauty shined from the ice in her eyes,
her chilly smile made your heart freeze in place
and with her always followed heavy gray skies,
stony composure lingers on her face,
the blizzards of her wind sound as Banshee cries,
drift to sleep and accept her silent embrace
smothered by the endless snow her hair,
with her purity and death hang in the air.
The Sea WidowShe walked in twilight
singing softly to an empty sea,
it beckons her to jump and be free,
a phantom grieving in the night.
Under the moon she is a specter in white
weeping beneath the lover's tree,
she walked in twilight
signing softly to an empty sea.
With each passing hour hope burns less bright,
she trembles at a lone owls eerie plea
it haunts her like the cry of a banshee,
a traitors heart yearns to give into blight,
she walked in twilight.
Test Subject #01Little bird, little bird, so brave and true
Chasing the sunshine with wings dyed with blue
I adore the dreams you sowed together
What if your dreams will not last forever?
Little bird, little bird, happy and free
Outside the cage, you are flying with me
I love the fact that you are in your best
What if I take you away from your nest?
Little bird, little bird, sing me a song
About the sky where we always belong
You voice is like a light fading away
You will be mine at the end of the way
Little bird, little bird, my world is you
Funny it is, you haven't cried a few
Stuck in prison, unable to get out
My little bird, no one can hear you shout
I Am Your NightmareI'v never been one to stand up on my own.
Feelings of weakness surround me,
this abuse is so wrong.
Im getting tired of your lies,
your pushing me around.
Push me one more time
and I will show you that I am strong!
You had your chance to change.
Yet you kept me in a cage.
You fed the beast inside of me,
now suffer through my rage!
Im not going to kill you.
Thats what you would have wanted.
Ill let you dwell on your pain,
until it leaves you haunted.
When you look back
on all the pain you have caused,
without a doubt you are going to see,
that all the hell you had made,
has been slowly making me.
The Haunted HouseTrees whisper, bats flutter,
Raindrops trickle down the gutter,
Wind howls, gate creaks,
Floorboards crumble, roof leaks.
Leaves chase, the old doors swing,
The hand of night invites you in,
Brass bites, rats scurry,
Insects creep, spiders hurry.
Salt scatters, old clock chimes,
Lost bell echoes through the times,
Cloak swishes, peeling paint,
Dark damp stain, feeling faint.
Run from the house, fast as the wind,
The spirits judging those who sinned,
Tear through the trees, speed through the gate,
Fleeing fast from inevitable fate.
Hook.He came to the door just in time
To see boy commit his crime
He watched the figure take to the sky
Holding his children who laugh not cry
They flew away with the boy in green
Never again to be seen
The years have passed and the man has changed
The time has turned his mind deranged
He lost one hand to the child thief
And of a flying ship became the chief
Captain hook became his name
And the death of Pan will be his fame
He lost his children to the wretched child
Watching as the boy took them and smiled
Hook then vowed to stop young Peter Pan
To keep others from losing kids he’d do all he can
.Of all the things that I’ve seen,
From beautiful sunsets and ocean seas
To the horrors surrounding me,
None have ever led me to believe
I could ever rest in peace.
All the things people would say, cruel and sweet,
Made me think: Who would I meet
One the day that I finally passed?
Well, my dears, that day had come at last,
And the man I came to know
Was no grave keeper, oh no.
A mad scientist with wild dreams
And the most intriguing of bittersweet fantasies.
All of which I can merely see
As they play out before me
In their sick and gruesome way.
As much as I want to, there’s nothing I can say
To try and halt this horrific menagerie
Since I’m only the eyes of my precious, lost body.
Le tueurJouons avec la mort, jouons avec la vie
Jouons tous ensemble au chat et à la souris
Suivez donc ma piste parsemée de corps
Jouons avec la vie, jouons avec la mort
AMC - Night WalkersInnocence Forgotten
Slayers bear arms
Murderers on the run
Echoes of battle cries
Fangs on display
Doomed to die
Oasis of blood
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.
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