A Note For My FatherIt's not natural for me to show myself to a non-infected. I watch you though... because May wouldn't be happy if I killed any. So I'm just there. Waiting. For one of you to have a little slip up. Ohhh... and when you do, I'll be there. I'll be there to see you fail, to laugh in your face. Does this sound familiar to you... dad? If not... let me remind you. When mom left you when you were a bad alcoholic, you beat me and said it was my fault and that you'll never be happy again because I drove her off. Remember when I was being beat up at school? I had to learned to defend myself while you did nothing but sit around and drank your precious bee
Death's WhisperHis whisper as rasp as dried leaves, but yet beautiful like clock tower bells he calls for me.Deep in the forest, from somewhere in the dark of the late evening shadows, he calls for me.Never did I think that it'd come to this.Dark, hooded, mysterious.Skinnier than a bean pole, but yet he seemed as muscular as Chuck Norris.Frail hands lifted and his robed arm became revealed.Bones.Skeleton bones for an arm.In his hand, though, was a black rose.He handed me his gift to me, and I happily took it.Thorns cut into my hand, but I didn't care.He spoke my name, in a hushed whisper.But when I looked up, he was gone and I was left alone in