The intricacies of my insanity
where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
“P-P-Please, m-my children. T-They’re y-young, k-kids. P-P-Please, let them go.” He stammers, tears running down his face. “You know, it’s too late for anything like that, don’t you? I mean,” he says, as he bends down and lifts a lifeless corpse of a child into his view. “O-OH GOD NO!”
Peel the skin from the bone, then paint the skeleton with all new flesh, give it life and take it away, sin the sin sinned by man, take a life and give it again, slice the knife across its throat, stitch it up, the cut out its heart, give it yours and go back to …
Continue reading "Burn The Flesh From Your Bones – Unhinged Poem"
Burning sickness, within us, becoming us, like a mirror’s reflection, we look, but we are not, a cheap copy of something that was once meant to be human but now resembles a photo, no substance, only flair, this is the grit of another man’s war…
“You think there is a higher purpose for you up there?” A grizzled voice coos from somewhere beyond her vision. With a fevered desperation she tightens her eyes, as she fights against the twisting shutdown that she begun with her own hands. “W-W-Who?” “It’s your mother, are you coming home?”
“Ouch!” Fabian says mockingly. “And this guy is your best friend? Or is he the only one you have?” “S-S-Shut up! BOTH OF YOU!” He yells, as he clenches his hands into fists and spits his words with a venom untouched before by his lips. “I CAN SOLVE YOUR DILEMMA!”
He smiles a toothless grin and squints at her with his cold grey eyes, “I never ENDED up here, I chose to hold my ground at this place, and protect all that was. I sacrificed myself, for everyone else.” She feels a cold shiver run down her spine, and jumps....
A wry smile forms on her lips as she turns to him, and scoffs. “The child wants to be a man now, how surprising, yet enticing. Are you sure you want to do this? I can still turn a blind eye and allow you to leave like you did before.”
“WHY DON’T YOU ALL TAKE A FUCKING PICTURE, IT’LL LAST LONGER!” She bellows, once again throwing herself around like an animated cartoon character, before turning back to him. “Did THAT make you feel better?” “It did actually, so why don’t you stick your attitude up your own arse, you arsehole!”
“I-I-I, I had four brothers and a sister, and we all had our fifteen or so minutes in the bath, sometimes I’d even be allowed to put the telly in there with me, and watch one of my shows. Telly was another addiction I had when I was growing up....”
Jacob storms up to Harry and sticks a finger firmly in his face. “There’s nothing you can DO! You’re not designed for this kind of SHIT! You can’t perform complex medical procedures and you sure as hell can’t stop the injured from dying. You’re just a droid low on power!"
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