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1Standing, tall there among the carnage
Dripping sword pointing the way to freedom
Many razor-backed beasts have fallen under that edge
The only wish to burn no more
No more Red curtains to hide the daylight;
All will fall under the Machine
Many day-tripped memories,
Another atrocity in the making
Just orders you see
Wake up in another Land
Pray for Light
And beg for sight
In pumps this life
Broken pieces from various machines
Daylight drifting across suicidal puppies
Hit another note in that Witchs chorus
Memories and scars haunt him
Time to make disciples
Time to make a change
fasterTo be fueled, to be fired
Categorical denials of sins passed
Ease back in the seat
Crank the volume
Step on the gas
A quick shift into
your 3rd gear
Balancing acts played out
Feet in the seat, face in the wind
Fall making you her bitch
All other uncomely things
unhinge at the memory
No lights and less danger
Flying further into the Future
No excuses anymore
Guilt a fleeting phantom
Hello to this and all
Its contagious, this love
Hell from above, safety in RPMs
Magical lust once again;
transformed from basic physics
Smile into Death when rapture takes hold
Breathe hard into the side mirror
Let yourself down easy
dragonsFireflies catching the last of the moonlight
Betraying softer sighs
Full blown canopies embrace lonely visions
Heated desires and hotter passions
Chase the dragon until the end
Slut red painted nails
Chipped teeth and glorious Sin
Flesh on flesh; tainted thoughts
So empty now
Just a hopeless Shell
Braving the lost touch of innocence
Another chemical reaction and you fell
Spider legs tickling the more sensible parts
Worms in your belly
Monsters in your heart
Administer this retribution again
Hooked up and hooked out
Caught in lovely candlelight
Previous feelings now dead and gone
Another rising to assume the throne
A zombies dance while heads turned
The Lie becomes the Truth
Just another kiss on the wind
while youre in demand
Sweet perfume bringing you back
Lips of honeysuckle bringing back reason
Unbuckled tragedies underlying broken glass
Just waiting for your next bout of treason
Travel on now, brave wanderer
Slowly wave Goodbye to here and now
arachnophobiaCaught up in the shadows
under the bed.
A familiar warm spot,
burrowing into my forehead.
1s and 0s played out
a sick fantasy.
Hold on to lesser dreams
Play in the fields of the
Hope against Hope to
Hold on, stay inside.
Loose radio transmissions
reminded me that this was
all an illusion.
Deeper voids in the Closet,
shook me all night long.
The rain outside played
with my heart.
Along came a spider
and made me love her.
septemberAnd then you were there,
Stretching and waiting
With the moon in you hair
I wrapped my arms around you
For the first time
Stars whirled, the moon Blue
Lips touched and galaxies crashed
I felt the weight of years
I knew I was in trouble
By ourselves and floating
Passing the time in a little bubble
I could look at you for years
Lick your tears away
Put a quiet hand on your fears
My skin was electric where
Dreaming of my hands wrapped
In your hair
An entire Universe sparked
And I saw the possibilities
The 3rd kiss lured me in
Those perfect lips,
an intricate grind of hips
No more refusing Right
Just to be bathed in you
Just me refusing the light
Sailing through endless
Black night skies
Slow smile I couldn't miss
Your eyes showed
I was all yours then
needlesHooks and needles release the pent fears and loneliness.
Adjusting kisses to accommodate steel,
tasting metal and blood through the sugar of you.
Lighting and shadow create the beast that is lust.
Bring your lips closer,
touch this and become legend.
Legions follow and my heartbeat in every one.
Fingertips have memories that lie in every breath...
Make you feel what isn't there.
Sleep is so much an exercise in futility;
Dreams wait to unleash pain.
Slivering and shivering
Alone is a word that meaning cannot bring to fruition.
Bleeding lips and pounding heart.
Touch me deeper
Further along the path.
Hold on...tiny interceptions of ecstasy threaten.
Bring you closer to the truth.
Hold me closer.
Soft laughter and harder throbs.
Now you know
elliptical concentration confuses a sweaty mind.
Grab me, make sure this is real.
My flesh under your fingernails is no illusion.
The fresh blood-whelps aren't either,
The manifestation pushing inside you isn't.
Will you come with me?
goddessAnd the Goddess waned
into perfect resolve
Accepting light in loveliness
Across broken promises
Blind to all our lies, indiscretions
and wasted seeds
Held to us then, bound and patient
Blue, with our savior in mind.
Guilt with overtones of greed misspent
Shadowed forever caught in loneliness
a softer hue of Hell inviting us in.
Red veiled and still we digress
Every inch of Space-Time called to me
Floating in the vacuum of her Heat
Such a calm atrocity reluctantly set me free
Pierced and sinking,
stoned and praying.
Overwhelmed & thinking.
I fought wars for your image of love,
so many sacrifices and so much blood.
You drug us out then, dark savior from above.
Call my name and make it forever
Sent me to battle my Brother for a smile
Lounging in the sun, trying to be clever.
That subtle part of lips has me jaded again
Perfect flesh wrapped perfect bones.
All you wanted to eat was my sin.
Blue sunriseDespair in a candy wrapper
some kind of freak at night
Hard bass lines tinted
We were going up
Out of our flesh
Too much now
Too much lust
Too much damnation
Could you lay here with me,
take in the morning sights?
A newborn Sun on
all your delights
You held me there
in an empty lens
Freedom only a sigh
titanBorn of wind and fire
The mountains shake at your song
And down you look, willing the mortals along
A gaze I ache for
The voice of my blood
Something higher than
The bits of broke dreams
I bury every day beneath the sand
Kneeling before your face, your flame
Placing my kiss as a prayer
Upon your bronzed cheek
I watch my swirling words rise
Hoping the summer's rime
Will carry it to your heart
Lift higher into the World
I am the morning star
Supposed bringer of Light
To tell the truth; Submit
Dazzling eyes left baited breath
I want soulful psalms
my beautiful Voice
Seduce the foolish
Give them dreams of Greatness
Let the dance begin
Dear son of the dawn
Your kiss is my command
Willfully I wrap my arms
Around the haze of unreality
And stand with your invisible light
Tongues skip along the blades
A promise made
An empire bathed in rot and ruin
Or ascended to your throne
With but a whisper of your name
Insanity lingers along my lips
Wet with your blood
WWZ: Contest LegendGreat Panic: The Great Panic is the name given to the time of mass hysteria surrounding humanity's realization of the reality facing them. Because of the level of denial that the USA was in over the nature of the zombie threat through the first winter, the public was unprepared. No large-scale warning was made, and due to the media-as-big-business culture in the United States at the time, many news outlets had treated warnings of the zombie plague as simply another disease outbreak like Ebola or SARS outbreaks of previous years: after the initial "buzz" about it wore off and due to a phony vaccine, everyone thinking it was under control, the media simply stopped reporting about it and moved on to the next big celebrity news, etc. As a result, the first that many typical middle-class suburban Americans knew of the undead threat was when zombies came crashing through their living room windows.
Zack: One of the many nicknames adopted for zombies, mostly by the arm
Epidemic, Case 1Chapter Zero
Class of Outbreak: N/A
[Give or take several hours depending on the victim]
Hour 1: Pain and discoloration (brown-purple) of the infected area. Immediate clotting of the wound (provided the infection came from a wound).
Hour 5: Fever (99-103 degrees F), chills, slight dementia, vomiting, acute pain in the joints.
Hour 8: Numbing of extremities and infected area, increased fever (103-106 degrees F), increased dementia, loss of muscular coordination.
Hour 11: Paralysis in the lower body, overall numbness, slowed heart rate.
Hour 16: Coma.
Hour 20: Heart stoppage. Zero brain activity.
Hour 23: Reanimation.
-Page 3 of the Zombie Survival Guide, re
World War ZIroquois Heights High School
[John Arbuckle lights up a q one of the post-war cigarettes named for their one-quarter tobacco content and shakes his head at the ruins of his High School, which, as the interview is conducted, is being torn down by construction crews. This site, Iroquois Heights High School, is a sentimental place for John. This is where his war started.]
So, this is it?
Yeah. Hell of a place to die, huh? If thats what you can call it, anyway.
How did Zack make it this far, anyway? Wasnt some kind of warning system in place?
Are you joking? Look around you, man. This is Shitville. I guess the school had phones, sure, but remember, the Great Panic hadnt even started yet, or we wouldnt even have been in school. It had to be the hospital just down the block, [he gestures down the road, to a hospital that is no longer there] since the ghouls, were in those toga-things they make you wear, where your ass sh
World War Z: Ya Ha Tinda
Yaha Tinda, Alberta
[After the end of the war, when the majority of survivors had been gathered together by the military or their own free will, most settled down right where they found themselves. There didnt seem to be any real reason to spread back out, not when there wasnt all that much to go back to. Most people didnt want to be alone. Eric Rickman is not like most people. Hes spent his entire life here in the Rocky Mountains, first as a trail guide and now as a cowboy and occasional survival trainer. Although hes nearing his sixties, he still possesses the vitality and poise of a much younger man. He remains on his horse as we talk, keeping one eye on the cattle wandering
BrokenYou broke the promise today,
You promised me you wouldn't
You jumped off today.
I don't know what was going through your head.
Except for the bullet piercing your temple.
Maybe you were thinking about us,
Our first kiss
We were both so scared,
You told me to look at the stars in the sky,
To find the brightest one,
You placed your head right next to mine,
And called my name,
You turned to me and said
"I found it"
and then you kissed me.
I remember when you went out with him,
Just to pretend,
You hid under a veil,
I drove you to see him,
I just wanted you to be happy
I watched you,
Under our star.
He found us,
He didn't understand,
You explained it was nothing more than
A drunken love,
You never will know,
How much I loved you
I watched him beat you.
I tried to stop him,
You wouldn't let me.
Bruises turned to blood.
You came to me,
Crying in my arms,
I told you everything would be okay,
And you told me
in your soft v
WWZ: Judging Books By Covers [I am at the Library of Congress in Washington D.C. The white, historic building stands towering above me, no less formidable post war than it had once been, despite the numerous pockmarks on the exterior façade created by gun shells during the battle to retake the city. Inside the main lobby though everything is clean and shiny and organized as though there had never been a war. A handful of workers are cleaning, polishing and restoring order. My own work, however, takes me further into the more remote parts of the library. Here stairs are in disrepair, railing and banisters are crumbling, windows are shattered, plants reach in through every crack, like green, skeletal fingers, dead leaves scream crisp shouts as they are crushed under my feet. It makes me wonder why someone would even bother trying to fix this place up. Its just dusty old books that no one reads anyway. It had been suggested that the woman I am trying to find has dedicated her en
Zombie Survival SpeechDo you feel safe?
Do you think that the absence of wars and our faithful police force will keep you out of harm's way?
Do you think that the threat of nuclear warfare is nothing more than just a threat?
Do you sleep well after those horror movies knowing that they are not real?
Do you feel safe?
What if I told you to forget about all that? Forget about robberies, forget about rapists and forget about murderers.
Those are not the real threats.
Forget about wars, forget about nuclear holocausts and forget about that friggin' global warming!
Those are NOT the real threats!
The REAL threat is not some potential danger. The REAL threat is not something the governments can control.
The REAL threat is not driven by political interests, only by hunger.
The REAL threat never halts, it requires no rest.
The REAL threat is already out there and has been haunting the living with its festering jaws since the dawn of time.
I ask you again: Do you feel safe?
Ladies and gentlemen, I bring you the Cras
one day the wishes will crawl all over her bed
and creep down the curls of her hair,
all the little thoughts that tumble around in her mind
maybe if she pulls petals off enough flowers
or maybe if she replays the scenes over in her head for long enough,
when she asks him why he loves her,
he'll answer with something poetic that'll make her heart race
(because it's hard to paint about something when all they do is smile and kiss your fingers)
while her paints dry on a chaotic pallet
and she stares at an empty canvas, she thinks
maybe if she goes through the whole stupid lovesmelovesmenot game
one more time, picks out the right question, he'll tell her
something that will set her cheeks on fire.</i>
staring at her ceiling, she counts the seconds until she sees his apricot eyes next
she plans it in her mind with closed eyes and steady breaths;
she'll run towards him and wrap her legs around his skinny waist
and he'll whisper in her ear that he loves her more than anythin
World War Z: EndingsThis was found in an elementary school in the outskirts of Biloxi, Mississippi written in what appears to be crayon on the wall. It is unfinished and heartbreaking. After ten years, the bones are still gnawed and evident.
Fiends of the flesh,
harboring the truer life.
On they came;
The moans begot more
The moans made sleep worse.
Caught in the moment,
There was solace in this
when they came back.
Dripping blood and gore
Making our family
Humanity ended here.
Under scores of grave-ridden nails,
the barricade fell
to the soundtrack of Hungry wails.
Worm ridden flesh
was the Law of the Land.
They come for me now,
I hear them in the halls.
Chewing on the doorjamb.
Chewing on the walls.
Hearts grow frozen
Of me there was no trace;
Of me there was no fac
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
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