where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
“Y-Y-Yo-You. W-W-What have YOU DONE!” Keith stammers as he staggers backwards clutching at his chest. Aaron smiles as he flicks the long locks of hair that have cascaded over his shoulders back behind him, and flippantly laughing as he does. “There is nothing I cannot do, y…” “Or won’t do!”
“If I cared for dated shit Pere, I’m sure I would be impressed. But we both know it doesn’t do a god damn thing for me. Which makes me a bit dubious of asking the question, on why you brought me all the way up here in the first place.”
“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!”
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