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...please tell me this is just a bad dream
A monster.
I have been breeding a monster within myself.
Screams tore through the fibber of living, echoing throughout the hollow caverns.
Boiling rage consumed the shadow as the liquid pain-like-acid burned the tissue. She howled in agony. So sinister, so possessive, so demanding…razors sank comfortably into my throat.
Jagged strips around the void where the organ was once situated rustled like dead leaves remembering the decaying fingers tearing and clawing at it. Horrible trembling took over.
Bone-chilling cold returned with vigour. The teeth clattered, beads of sweat forming on the brow. Deformed faces grinned crazily out of the multicoloured mist. The forms were dancing around laughing. Purple, yellow, pink, orange swirling in sync over cold cerulean eyes.
Spin me around again and again and again and-
The maggots.
They are eating at my flesh. I wonder how he tasted like?
Choking sob halted somewhere in the middle of the larynx. Eyes glazed over with the memory of something non-existing. The carved paths of dried up tears twitch in anticipation. Nothing arises. Standing over the cold marble I cannot help but wonder. How much time it takes for the flesh to completely moulder?
Munch, munch, munch the meat, rotting at its ends. Tear it up and take a bite and pass it to your friends.
Graveyards.
I always hated the smell of it.
Mommy, why is the bone sticking out?
Wilting flowers crowned her head. Her maiden dress stained with her virginal blood, the tattered pieces barely covering her bruised body. Her skin of the palest white illuminated under the candlelight. Tender caress ghosting over her soft features as if trying to remember them forever. She was his master and he her pet. Voodoo dolls made alive.
If only there was such a thing as eternity.
Lunatic laughter broke free again. Unknown shapes twirling around. Colours blending together, vision coming in and out of focus. In and out, in and out, in and out…
The mongrels are having a party. Guess what? You’re not invited.
Cirque de freaks. The Hell parade.
Mutated bodies, demonic faces, horns, claws, hair, fangs, black, red, brown, orange.
Dancing and dancing around.
I cannot escape.
Flying horizontally towards the bottomless ground.
Only bone and haunting blue.
Post je objavljen 05.03.2008. u 23:25 sati.