As My Tears Run Red

Even after listening to that tape for the umpteenth time, I cannot fathom what he was experiencing. It all seems so unreal, impossible, there is no way anyone could survive in that state, let alone be cognizant to what was happening. These creatures, there is no way that they could feel anything; they were undead, I think. Maybe I should say thought. In researching the events, I stumbled across some documentation involving the scientists that may be responsible for this outbreak. It seems as though they were conducting some apparently over-funded yet secretive experiments similar to the ones conducted at Montauk so many years ago. Ironically, the results, while similar, had a much deadlier outcome. Unfortunately, the agency that funded these organized torture sessions is not readily available, a fact that drives my research. The truth must be told. From one of the office files of the floating laboratory, I found this transcript. Now, I may never share how this document reached my h...

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I guess all of this work with the Lost Zombies projects has paid off... In all, I have finished one more chapter of my zombie epic. Here is another taste! Lost Alone My every step a mystery Only your scent draws me near Yet, you are nowhere These hours blur Cascading like the sands in a bottle of tears Only with every passing second my cravings mature It has been far too long since I tasted your womb Since your lips graced mine Now, our future is clouded by this plague So many things have changed So many lives have been impaled by the darkness By this growing hunger that drains our being That fuels every desire My skin My thoughts My veins All of who I was has gone All that remains is but walking flesh Lonely I stand Lost Alone Searching the horizon for one last embrace For one last chance to dine on your divinity

Creatures of the night surround us Romero laughs His diabolic vision of despair Of humor and laughter A misleading masterpiece for those willing to understand the genius Strangers unite Fighting a plague of humanity before they fall prey Victims, not innocent, but unforgiven of their sins Their cannibalistic nature striking fear in us all Not because of the sheer terror Or their horrific deeds But, for the primal nature lurking at our core The taste of flesh is as sweet as the fruit on the tree The lure the only difference Or is it? Instead of a snake in the garden We are persuaded by pleasure Carnal temptations leading us to flesh At the heart, the snake and the pleasures are equal These forbidden desires considered taboo So misunderstood that the thought alone often spawns remorse A lingering guilt that creates hatred And yes, these monsters for us to cheer The screens are full of surrealistic views of reality Where the zombies indulge in the carnal feasts we covet Where flesh and b...