And yet that awful, attacking, caustic smell cannot overpower the stench of love that creeps under, and through, the cracks in the door behind me.
Fuck... Frank next time you want to confess to me your misplaced feelings of affection Try doing it when I havent drowned myself in half of this, cheap and charmless, bars supply of corrosive, lung burning, mind wasting, vodka.
You dont love me Frank...
You dont even know what the word means...
How dare you destroy everything weve built together just because you couldnt squash that burning desire to purge out your confused confessions of delusional love?
You want to undo years of friendship because youve decided theres something between us?
What was I to you?
Was our friendship a lie?
All those moments that weve shared together What do they mean now?
You sung out confessions of love and desire
At that point, the government declared a state of emergency and martial law, but really it was too late. Chaos had erupted and zombies were crawling the streets at night, eating and infecting anyone that they found. At the point that they started breaking into homes to pull survivors to their deaths, the remaining government and military officials decided to actually do something to help.
People were air lifted from the roofs of apartment buildings as armored convoys led by tanks moved through the streets to rescue uninfected people from their homes. My lover and I were one of the tw