It’s scary how far the stench of death can travel
One whiff and your sensory faculties begin to unravel
The dead no longer fear the finality of a gravedigger's shovel
As they can now put feet to ground and stumble
While the hearts of hope proceed to crumble
The ravaging rank odor of unbearable rot
Will no longer be contained underneath a burial plot
As the reanimated spill into every refuge we got
Gorging on our flesh like boiled meat in a pot
Added by RomeroPilato on October 16, 2009 at 6:30am —
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I live in a world where those who have perished
Returned and eaten the bodies of those who I’ve cherished
My once lustrous soul has become terribly tarnished
As my hopes for a better tomorrow have tragically vanished
Added by RomeroPilato on September 24, 2009 at 5:11am —
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Okay boys and girls...
We have put on the chef's hats and started to think about delicious horror fiction and finger lickin' good visuals.
Our Menu for Issue #2 will be arriving soon! Please be on the lookout! Dinner is tentatively scheduled for October 4th. I think a proper Sunday Dinner will be nice.
However, the leftovers from our premiere…
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Added by 69 Flavors of Paranoia on September 18, 2009 at 3:22am —
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You humans call us rotten. You call us disgusting. You call us monsters. But I ask you? If we are monsters, then what the hell are you?!!!
You hunt just like we do. You hurt, you maim...you kill. And you don’t kill in the name of nature like us. You kill because you can. You kill even when it's not part of the plan. You murder for greed, for sex, for power. Your kind will keep on slaughtering 'til your final hour. You brand us cannibals. But you savagely consume you own too. You may…
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Added by RomeroPilato on August 1, 2009 at 1:58am —
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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…
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Added by RomeroPilato on May 20, 2009 at 12:31am —
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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…
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Added by RomeroPilato on May 10, 2009 at 1:05am —
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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…
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Added by RomeroPilato on May 10, 2009 at 1:00am —
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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…
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Added by RomeroPilato on May 10, 2009 at 12:59am —
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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…
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Added by RomeroPilato on May 10, 2009 at 12:56am —
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By the light of the pale moonlight
the dead rise from their unholy graves
Their twitching limbs, a ghastly sight
Maggot infested flesh and white eyes
Jagged fingernails on rotting hands
Mankind will find the truth of lies
Insane masses on their knees to pray
The undead tears the living apart
Behold: it is the coming of Z-Day!
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Added by Thom Olausson on April 15, 2009 at 2:32am —
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