Fear. Blame. Don't Forget. Mom. I Love

This Is Not The Person I Wanted To Become: Hatred Has Carved A Permanent Place Inside Me, A Hollow Where Things Are So Easily Lost.

This Is The Past: It Drifts, It Gathers. If You Are Not Careful, It Will Bury You.

It's Like A Razor Blade Edging Its Way Through My Organs, Shredding Me, All I Can Think Is: It Will Kill Me, It Will Kill Me, It Will Kill Me. And I Don't Care.

I Was Glad When The Invalids Were Executed

That's What Zombieland Is: Frozen, Calm, Quiet.