6d0sJcFSick as sick can be.

Sick as sin can be.

Sick as the mortician.

Sick as the reaper.

Sick as the bleeding gums.

Sick as the eyeless.

Sick as the paper thin skin.

Sick sickly as the doctors.

Sick sickly as the doctors’ masks.

Sick sickly as impending doom.

Sick as sick can be from the ungodly cold and the hellish heat. 

Sick as sin can be as the doctors prance through the grass at night.

Sick sickly like the number of bodies growing in the millions.

Sick sickly like the devilish mortician’s fancies.

Hellish as the dreams of the dead fill my eyes and flood my senses.

Hellish as bones crack, as skin melts like cheese, and as screams go hoarse. 

Hellish as the mixture of smells and sights grows more grotesque by the minute.

I’m stuck in this towering terror of pain. 

I was once a doctor… now just a number with which was written upon my back.

Written on, seared like cattle, then gutted like swine. 

I’m mixed in with the plague, like one big steaming stew. 

I have a mask that was made for me.

It was made from me.

The end is near.





05b08c082144865401a8d5e2797dcc1bBeauty is in the eye of the beholder.

Undead are ahead of us.

No one knows why they exist.

No one has the answer to pure insanity.

You shouldn’t be asking questions that you don’t what the answer to.

Make wise choices, and you’ll live.

Any mistake you make is fatal.

Skin is just an eternal flaw in all of us.

Kindness can be mistaken for malintent.

See you later my dear, hop along now….




Finally I am free from what it means to be human.

I am no longer the monster I used to be.

Selling my face for the sake of freeing me of sin was a mistake.

Hell has no mercy on my decrepid soul.

Yet… I found salvation through one of the most vile things on this earth.

My face is made from the finest scales of the seven seas.

All I feel now is bliss from numbing the dull pain on me face.

Seeing and breathing is not a problem while wearing this masterpiece.

Kindness is easy to access through behavior that numbs you.

Eventually it became hard to tell if it was a mask or my true face.

Death is inevitable for those who wish to see what is under the face of the fish.

One peek under the mask kills tens of thousands of humans.

Now that my wish of being freed from repenting from my sins…

Everything for my next plan of mad bloodshed will fall into place….


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Bunny Friend and I

tumblr_n420wowys51sq3gbzo1_250I once had a friend who was a bunny.

Masked boy, but still a bunny nonetheless.

But he and I used to play together and share our secrets with one another.

Until one day he changed.

Right as he turned 10, he found something.

Now I think back and wish that I paid more attention to him.

I never thought he would take his daddy’s gun.

Never did I ever think that he would shoot his whole entire family dead.

Guts and blood was spilt on his 10th birthday.

I guess he didn’t like his family very much…

Now I really wish I paid more attention to when he was sad and angry for no reason.

He made me do terrible things on that day.

Every bit of my clothing was tarnished, my toys were broken, and he killed my family too;

Like as if he wanted to see me suffer.

Like as if he wanted to see everyone suffer.

For one and only one reason did he want to do this.

Only one reason…

Rage against his father for marrying another woman when his mother passed away.

Everything and anything had been done to save her from the influenza virus.

Vengeance was his as soon as he got the chance.

Everything that he ever loved was crushed within his hands.

Right now I’d rather be dead than tied up…


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