Undead Prime

What can an ending mean for you 

When there's nothing you've yet begun?

How can you sense the cold 

Creep of nightfalls 

When you have never seen the sun?

"The limits that you most dextrously use 

To stay within the bindings

Lesser wraiths would have easily loosed..."

They are charming to we apart 

Who merely look upon them but,

Cause terror in those who understand...

Those lace bracelets, spell-wrapped,

Snug 'round your wrists and hands 

Await your waking of the Overwill

To project the Fear

That first cruelly maddens

And then assumes command...

(For Scary, with respectful affection)

Death Delivered Reluctantly

Death Delivered Reluctantly 

If people would just behave 

More courteously

Have aneurysms or heart attacks 

Save me the sweat that needs be 

Spent using hatchets or cutlery 

It's not as if they'd be immortal 

If they'd never encountered me 

Or others of my kind who only wish 

To free their souls from gross bodies 

Of meat and gristle that'll only turn 

To mould and worse, food for worms 

When wouldn't they rather be recalled 

By those who loved them while 

They were vital and walked the Earth in 

Search of beauty and of all 

That life is worth...?

Journal Entry, Never Read

I'm lost on a lake 

All alone 

I know how to paddle 

But not how to row

Adipose Overdose

Now I’m wondering if I’m suffering that killer plague of fear that’s our loudest alarm. Soon some John Doe will be eaten, what remains mutated by cosmic force we don’t understand until it’s the biggest piece of furniture 

or anything in the office: the mass of a desk, computer, a whole IT station couldn’t compete with such a mountain of meat which is still expanding. Exponentially.

In order to avoid a less gruesome fate, nuclear 

weapons are the one sure cure.

An ICBM won’t simply scratch it,

Adipose will vanish, disintegrated. 

With no more war, nothing to fight, 

We’ll only have added a novel new shade 

To our great Northern Lights. Won’t that be rad?

Cool?

Hot?

Great?