Imagine house of the dead, living inside my head. A grotesque monster, a
lobster pinching my insides. Blast you like a mobser. Evil doings feeding
me. The do not feed sign ignored. Making feel like a whore.

Zombies so inticing. The cake on my icing. Take me down, grim and grey.
Don't tell me hey. Black and white, is my world. Hurled and twirled.

Puking is producing, memories soon to fade. Wow I just got played. Climbing
up the ladder. Stabbing at your bladder. Everyday makes me madder. You had
her but now you lost her.

Corpes calling me. Fireworks exploding, holding anger just ignoring. Mind
racing I can taste it. Sweet victory. Everything is just history. Chapter
17. Zombies, psychopaths, and insomaincs. Words with no true meaning. This
is a spiritual cleaning.

Vocabulary so weak. It's like a leak, in my mind. Time is passing, me
Im just crashing. Time will only tell. Will I end up in hell or maybe just
jail. Maybe someone will pay the bail. Drown myself in a pail. Constantly
writing junk mail. Demented minds. No words to explain.

Will the monsters inc. get me? or am I the master of my domain?
 
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