October 31, 2005
A quiet morning,
Helios has not risen.
No movement, no sound.
Walking through this place,
The Union Cemetary.
Eerie mists hang low.
Faint whisper beckons,
Low, raspy sound of the grave.
The dead start to rise.
There's nowhere to run!
Surrounded by the mindless
and walking corpses.
They're closing in!
I must fight them, stay alive!
I will never fall!
An arm's length away,
Their gutteral moaning - "Brains!"
Damn you, Romero!
Screaming! *Rip* *Chomp* *Tear*
Rending flesh! *Glub* *Crunch* *Gnaw, Gnaw*
*Crunch* *Tear* "Brains! Mmmmm... brains!"
Helios has not risen.
No movement, no sound.
Walking through this place,
The Union Cemetary.
Eerie mists hang low.
Faint whisper beckons,
Low, raspy sound of the grave.
The dead start to rise.
There's nowhere to run!
Surrounded by the mindless
and walking corpses.
They're closing in!
I must fight them, stay alive!
I will never fall!
An arm's length away,
Their gutteral moaning - "Brains!"
Damn you, Romero!
Screaming! *Rip* *Chomp* *Tear*
Rending flesh! *Glub* *Crunch* *Gnaw, Gnaw*
*Crunch* *Tear* "Brains! Mmmmm... brains!"
posted by Ink and Stone | 7:20 AM
2 Comments:
You are so twisted,
But we already know this
That's what makes you Ryk.
He's just a soul who's
Intentions are good, oh Lord
Don't Let Him Be Misunderstood
(Shit, it was three syllables too long at the end)
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