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Hunter on the ProwlAshen skinned with blotchy blues
Contrasted by red, the deep strong hues
Running down my chin like tears
I come quietly, scream to strike fear
Because I'm not one you can easily hear
Running quick through the night, with an eyeless leer
Crouching in shadows, waiting for those few
Immune to infection... they'll share fate of the others I've slew!
Hack-and-slash, I'll pin you down
Claw at you, helpless on the ground
Leave you in a bloody bath to be found
By those who manage to come around
Sweet success! You're now no more
What's left of you now? Nothing but tore-
Up pieces of bloody human flesh
Again like others, you failed my test
Run away now, scaling a building side
Using the help of a metallic pipeline
I rest on the roof, new blood on my lips
I'm worse than any of those slasher flicks
Beware me, your warning is my growling
Because out there, somewhere, there's a scowling
Beast watching you, anticipating your long horrified howl
Beware, foolish runners: a Hunter's on the prowl
Jockey's Glee"Jockey, Jockey!"
They scream at me!
I meet them with a smile,
But they're never happy to see me!
Let's play a game, I know just what to do;
I'll hop on your back, and try to steer you!
Let's see just what fun we can have,
While I scratch at your face with my pretty, clawed hands!
Oops! I've run you into the fire!
Oops! I've run you into a crowd!
Oops! I've run you off of your higher,
Vantage point so we can all take you down!
Oops! I've run you into burning goo!
Oops! I've forced you over to the crying Miss!
Oops! I've lead you to my friend the Tank,
And now he'll punch you to itty-bits!
What fun, what fun, we shall always enjoy!
And now that you're broken, I won't play with you anymore!
I'm off, I'm off, to find my next friend!
So we can play the same game, all over again!
They Screamed WitchSobbing to myself, lap as a resting place for my hands
What's going on, I don't understand?
Oh, why, why did this have to come to be?
Why, why... Oh God, why me?
This red light around me serves as no condolence
Nor do these fellow creatures who seem so absent-minded... What!
Why does this fool get near me!? This is not something of my tolerance!
I can't take this, get out of my face! Stay away from me, go elsewhere to run amok!
Are my growls not enough to deter you from my space!?
I'm growing impatient, get away from my place!
Must I stand and scream at you to get you to go away!?
Get the message I don't want you here, or you will pay!
Stop shining that light in my face!
That's it--I'll give you a chase!
Run away you little idiot! I don't care what you do!
Or how fast you run, I'll still catch you!
I've got you, I've struck you down!
Is this what you wanted, how you want to be found!?
Die now, no more will I let you be disturbing!
With your little flashlight and gun, your foosteps near
Acid, Acid"Pocket full of posies
Ring around the rosies
We all fall down..."
My pretty little smile
Says, "Won't you stay a while?"
I'll use acid, acid
To make you stick around...
But digits on your triggers
Unlike the rings around my fingers
And with acid, acid
I'll make you all fall down...
Burning pretty green goo
Spreads just like the morn dew
It's acid, acid
To make you all slow down...
With pockets full of bottles
And weapons that you coddle
Don't help when acid, acid
Makes you all fall down...
Pretty Spitter's pigtails
Love to dance when she trails
Survivors while her acid, acid
Drips along the ground...
Spitter dear goes bye-bye
Because the bullets flied-flied
And killed her and her acid, acid
Burns her body down...
Boomer's Last StrikeA huge, bulging mass, hard to hide
Gurgling and moaning, easy to hear
But if I catch you in close you'll soon find
That it's a huge mistake to let me get near
Covered in green, horrible scented bile
Now all I have to do is stand aside, idle
And watch as you quickly get surrounded
By a horde of Infected--you're soon to be grounded
However, I can't risk to stay
Your teammates are on their way
Have fun fighting off the mob
While I go hide a little further on
What? You must have done better than I thought!
I hear your footsteps premature of my plans
This is not good; I can't get away, but you're not to be fought
(Why did I have to get a capable group on my hands...?)
I duck away into a room and hide against the wall
You check in here, spot me, and I'm shot!
But too close for your safety; now I go "pop"!
And you're stumbling back, drenched and trying not to fall
Another wave rushes in, screaming and hooting
All because of your trigger-happy shooting
My last strike on you, happening at my de
Tank is What They ShoutHuge hulking mass of super-human muscle
Grunting and growling like an ape or a bull
You won't survive if we get in a tussle
I'll kill you with ease, you scrawny dumb fools!
Shooting at me like madmen, running all over the streets
Your puny little guns won't hit like a car!
Smacked at you like a toy; with ease from afar
Two of you down at one time, knocked back on the concrete
Other infected run at you, getting in my way
I don't care for their help, I'll smack them away!
Your little team is doomed to die by my fists!
Another four names to be added to the lists!
I run to you incappacitated whimps
Pounding you, beating you, until you grow limp
Your friends are still shooting away, but all in vain
One of you's gone, now I'll end your pain!
Two of them dead at my feet, the others yell and cry,
Out their friends' names, but they're about to die!
They should have run, left them, but no, they had stayed
An idiot's mistake, thinking the hurt could be saved!
Now they run backwards, trying desper
I Like To PretendI like to pretend
That I have changed
And that everyone else has stayed the same
That I've evolved into something beyond
That which I used to be.
But sometimes, I like to pretend
That I'm the one who's stayed the same
That everyone else are the ones who've changed
And that's why things aren't as they used to be.
I like to pretend
That maybe someday
We'll have this whole thing rearranged
And that maybe
We won't live in a world carefree
But a world more at peace than it used to be.
That maybe we'd have finally made a recovery
That this bad economy
Was after all really just temporary
That the war would finally be ending
And we'd have just a little bit of peace
Before the next breakout of killing sprees.
I don't dream of a world where everything is fine
Because that is such a thin, thin line
That we just imagine we see.
But what I believe
Is that this world is just as it's always been
That these wars won't ever really end
That these grudges by the fine countrymen
Will be carried on by futu
Charge, ChargeGiant arm just like a shield
Little arm with no real feel
Mashed in skull and missing nose
Time to chant the war song code:
March along, the calvary!
Go take out the enemy!
Run and strike the weakest link!
Pound them into anything!
Beat them on the concrete!
Hit them on the ceiling!
Slam against the chain-link!
KILL THE SORRY WEAKLING!
A Musing About PoetryIt seems only so many read and write poetry nowadays.
I guess poetry is dead to everyone else.
It's sad, really.
Everyone's consumed with picture art and stories,
that they forget simple rhymes and songs can to the same just as well.
Poems and sonnets paint pictures and allow descriptions, just as well as paints and blocks of text do.
For a pencil wasn't originally made to draw with, but to write.
And once upon a time, many wrote poetry.
Left 4 Dead - DecayBLEEEHARGH!
My throat rasped painful as another putrid tasting cough tore from my throat. It was cold tonight... dark and cold. It felt good to hide in the thick, velvety dark, so no one... not even the others could see my face. I was hideous, a mass of sores and pus, spewing noxious gas from my pores into the night. I looked down at my hands disfigured hands and cough once more.
It was then that the church bell's rang. Their symphony filled the night and it was mere seconds before the screaming started. I stood from my vantage point behind the bill board and looked towards the church. Lights and movement. I could see them... humans! It had been so long since I had last seen them I couldnt believe my eyes... so long since the taste of their flesh filled my mouth. My tounge slithered out of my mouth, drool running down it's length in rivulets.
I bounded from the roof, feeling th
Caught by a SmokerWatching you carefully, dare I try to get close?
Nay, I don't need to be within your range
You're already in mine, no sense to further delay
I lash at you--be ready to be choked!
You were ignorant; didn't listen for my wheezes and coughs
But now you're the one gagging, dangled like a ragdoll
What's this? You can't call for help? They aren't turning around?
Looks like you're mine now, dying with subtle sounds
Ahh, you've grown limp, poor little survivor
But survive no more; you're dead in this hour
I let you free now--a pity, you're gone
No matter now, your friends have moved on
Bounding the rooftops, following their trail
I'll grab the next fool, see their face turning pale,
From being without air. The idiots don't watch
For the tall guy with a smoke cloud around him in dots
How did they miss me? What's distracting their thoughts?
Why didn't they notice their teammate was caught?
Their intelligence is questionable, especially compared to mine
I don't have to think to know when's the ri
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