cynically-depressed

And the tree trembles as the apple falls Its gleaming red skin, entices, enthralls Collision, bounce, dust escapes into sky As the apple rolls away, waving goodbye A life anew, it must search for with vigor Yet no one would eat it, not even the beggar For they all could see behind its red disguise The rotting core that slowly dies And the poisoned flesh, sickly sweet Dripping with constant antipathy and deceit No one falls for its charming smile For in its teeth they see flecks of bile So rolling on, for eternity or more The apple pushes on, it's labor a chore Searching, begging for a life anew But natures can't change, people

 I woke up to the sound of a heated argument. At first, I thought it was my parents, but then I remembered that they were long gone. That's when I recognized David's usual gruff voice, disagreeing with a girl about...something. For some reason, I had a fantastic headache, along with a welt on my head. An image of a foot flashed through my mind, and I remembered my little "talk" with Amy.  Don't know what the hell that was about, but it pissed me off. So what do I naturally do? I start groaning in pain. 'Cause I was badass like that. "Look, he's awake. Lower your voice, your kick probably gave him a killer headache." "Oh, don't worry. Comb

Meticulous shadows that I create, Blinding me with rage and hate. On the ground, convulsing fits, Realization hits, bit by bit. A love once sacred, now demonized, A heart once large, now shrunk in size. I shiver in my sorrowful solace, Remembering our antipathetic silence. The pinnacle of poignant vacuity, Diminishing my already acute integrity. The commodious hole in my ludicrous heart, Sonorous screams, ripping me apart.

Mortuus glacialis hiemps Premi digitos auras. Horret ad huc remanet Lignum sterilis peperit. Lacrimas pia nubila Plausu in blacktop Enim hyemali discooperiens nemorosus Et vivificans novarum frugum. Tristia, nitida stella grin Qui vitam prótulit. Uti librat nos eius Quasi calore ferro. Mollia innocens Oscula labris Corrupti folia autumno carebitis ventum, Cum hiems occidit dolemus. Nunc glacialis digitis Mortuorum sunt in eo clawing cor. Nunc glacialis digitis Mortuorum sunt sine laniata

An eagle falls in love with its prey Watching from above, he dives down, Only to be blocked by the surface Of societal distortion And social damnation. Mist covers his eyes And as the fish swims away, He waits for his chance, Another day.

Dead, icy fingers Caress the winter air. Shivers still linger, On trees barren, bare. The loving tears of clouds Applause on the blacktop, For uncovering winter's shroud, And giving life to new crops. The cruel, shining grin Of a star, who gave us life. She aims to wear us in, The heat is like a knife. Her soft, innocent kiss On the lips of fallen leaves, The autumn wind we'll miss, When winter kills, we grieve. Now the dead, icy fingers, They're clawing at its heart. Now the dead, icy fingers, They're tearing it apart.

 Y'know, I always wondered what I would do in a zombie apocalypse.  I always thought, what with all the zombie movies, games, online quizzes, and various training sessions in my back yard with machetes and combat dummies, that I would be ready. That I would be safe. Safe.  I don't even know the meaning of the word anymore. What I remember from the beginning, I purposefully blocked out. Most of the carnage stopped at about 3 weeks in. 3 weeks…3 weeks after the outbreak, I was huddled in the back seat of the army Hum-V that I stole. Don't get the wrong impression, they were littered around NYC, and after the failed attempt at containme