For the last year I’ve spent many of my days watching so many people die. And they didn’t die well. Their demises have been slow, brutal and heartbreakingly excruciating.
Today was no exception.
There I stood in the pummeling pouring rain, in the middle of a large subway car yard transfixed by the searing sight of a family of three fighting for their lives. My blood boiled as I witnessed death manifested in the reanimated form of a shambling shell of what used to be a… Continue
Added by RomeroPilato on May 26, 2009 at 4:41pm —
In distant times and long ago memorries
I recall your breath upon
your hands and touch of light
and your eyes my carming call
In distant time and long ago memories
I knew you where there but never took the chance
Now alone I stay wondering the earth
and guiding the lost
In my own peace and soul
I look up to the light
know that the day will come when one is no more two and alone we'll fade away
Added by veiropia on May 21, 2009 at 9:33am —
I just can’t stop eating. God help me I can’t. No matter what I do. No matter how hard I wish. No matter how much I pray. Nothing can prevent me from gorging. And then…purging. It’s a sick, sad cycle that never ends. What goes down, comes back up. I ‘m plagued with the constant urge to purge. Not just the digested food in my stomach but the pain in my head, the pangs in my heart and the heaviness in my soul.
Unfortunately, the only thing I’m able to get out of my shoddy system is… Continue
Added by RomeroPilato on May 20, 2009 at 12:31am —
Added by Komrad Krushnekova on May 19, 2009 at 11:20am —
Love me, pleed with me
In the dark I call your name
as each drop of blood turns to rage in my heart I scream to the high above asking y.
I shall stand tall amongs you all and never let go of your true love with in
Added by veiropia on May 19, 2009 at 10:02am —
Eddy Hein was the first sergeant of easy company, he had received his field rank when his predecessor,
First sergeant Kyle Jenkins, believed he could single handily take a enemy bunker. As a result of said predecessor, and five good men of easy company lost their lives when the first sergeant’s foot came down on a land mine.
That was a weak or so ago, as far as eddy could recall no one shed a single tear for sergeant Kyle Jenkins.
A few had found time to stop by the field morgue,… Continue
Added by redrum99 on May 13, 2009 at 8:21pm —
Hey i was wondering has anyone heard of like the swine flu returning some dead back to life for like 2 hours? and they like attack you like the infected in 28 days later not like a Romero movie i just heard that and I honestly have to call BS on that
Added by Marine Mercenary on May 12, 2009 at 10:04pm —
In the silence of the night owl
you'll hear her screams of joy
Among the dead she'll rise again in search of the war god at hand.
She settels beside his feet and there the power will grow.
Come join her the o galabel one and you to will sour the skies!!!
Added by veiropia on May 12, 2009 at 6:50am —
It is early morning and I’m staring outside a window. I see that Spring is coming. It makes me sad. There’s burgeoning beauty outside and I can’t truly savor it.
Because I’m stuck in here. Trapped within this formidable four walls. I always hated school. Especially high school. When I say that I hated school I don’t mean I loathed the enlightening and enriching process of academic education. I hated the sickening social scene, the crushing conformity, the callous cliques and the… Continue
Added by RomeroPilato on May 10, 2009 at 1:05am —
Well...I'm not dead. I'm still alive. Still writing, still wanting. Desperately wanting my piece of peace. Which I'm not going to get anytime soon. What I have gotten recently though is sanctuary-in the form of a high school turned rescue shelter. I’m here because I got literally sick of being in that shitty, sub zero degrees shack . The reason I stayed there as long was a) I became very lazy. And b) during the last few weeks the zombie threat around me was too great to venture far out. Their… Continue
Added by RomeroPilato on May 10, 2009 at 1:00am —
My writing days are just about done. This will be my last entry. For now, anyway. No, I haven't lost the compulsion to scribe the stuff from my soul. Or unable to recover from a devastating collision into a writer's block. I will no longer be writing because very soon I will have nothing to write with. At this point in time, I am putting thoughts to paper using a pencil that's nearly useless - worn down to the nub.
I did have another pencil, but I lost it during a brutal struggle… Continue
Added by RomeroPilato on May 10, 2009 at 1:00am —
It's been two weeks since I relieved my Grace from her needless suffering. And I still can't move past the agony of what I've done, although I had no choice. I'm violently writhing in a world of pure pain. I wish there was someone would relieve me of my suffering. I'd do it myself but in the end, I know I'll pussy out. There was one time I did gain the nerve to go all the way through with blowing my head off. The only reason my cranium is still intact is because when I pulled the trigger… Continue
Added by RomeroPilato on May 10, 2009 at 12:59am —
I went outside earlier today to procure some badly needed supplies. When I went out into the open, it wasn't just the living dead that haunted me. A ghost from the past appeared out of nowhere to spook me. Grace was the ghost's name. Grace was my ex-girlfriend. I considered her for a long time to be the most beautiful creature that God ever created. Grace was truly something special inside and out.
I spent some of the best years of my life with her. Unfortunately, my wonderful thing… Continue
Added by RomeroPilato on May 10, 2009 at 12:56am —
these are the real Zombies
- incase anyone hasent seen the video -- or just like to watch it.
Another head hangs lowly,
Child is slowly taken.
And the violence caused such silence,
Who are we mistaken?
But you see, it's not me, it's not my family.
In your head, in your head… Continue
Added by Komrad Krushnekova on May 8, 2009 at 8:00pm —
Listless drops of tears,
alone to be showered in the light of a dream
unreal, so surreal. knowledge.
the cut of the wound
the pain of the slice, burning, dying, my life is withering.
lost spirit rises forth.
dancing singing thrusting,
through a whilrwind of lite.
projected by the purity of the stars. melting.
yet another to walk a nother path, another one.
maybe another… Continue
Added by Recently Departed on May 1, 2009 at 10:34am —