brains...brains....must have...BRAINS...
You are the walking dead. Held together with bits of other dead people. 400 lbs. of stinking rotting flesh, shambling along. Gray skin and eyelids that don’t blink. Living death, made animate with a cocktail of voodoo drugs, a cloud of painkillers fogging your head. Who knew zombies watch TV for most of their "waking" hours. Feeding on flesh and BRAINS. Unfortunately you've been living on my mothers brain all these years. Sucking away her soul bit by bit.
"We're through, and I've got half a mind to throw you out right now..." Yes, half a brain indeed. The other half; a delicacy to this soulless creature. Needing and fiending on her over-ripe skull.
"...but honey..." Stop! Take your greasy fingers away, and your carnage smeared lips from the matted hair and the blood soaked hole in the back of her head. Take your serpentine tongue out of her torn empty eye socket so she might see what you really are.
God save us from the pestilent maggot stench, the hot, humid fog that follows as you lumber past, breaking rigor mortis with each lurch. Vile incarnation! Be gone! The depths of hell are calling you back!
"We're through, and I've got half a mind to throw you out right now..." Yes, half a brain indeed. The other half; a delicacy to this soulless creature. Needing and fiending on her over-ripe skull.
"...but honey..." Stop! Take your greasy fingers away, and your carnage smeared lips from the matted hair and the blood soaked hole in the back of her head. Take your serpentine tongue out of her torn empty eye socket so she might see what you really are.
God save us from the pestilent maggot stench, the hot, humid fog that follows as you lumber past, breaking rigor mortis with each lurch. Vile incarnation! Be gone! The depths of hell are calling you back!