He spoke in words not set in stone, his tone was mellow, his face skin and bone, for the sands of time had washed him clean, a nothingness unseen, dirty fingernails hid the tales, stolen from the ninth hand on the clock, aboard the sky devil did he swoon, down upon me, my boon, forever favored, cursed…
….He hits the reinforced glass with a force that should have smashed it into a thousand pieces and continued on downward, but instead it catches him like a pair of sure hands and holds him in stay. For several long moments he lies unmoving, before eventually letting out a laboured groan before the glass shatters beneath Clive, and he drops the remaining forty odd feet to the ground below, hitting the marbled floor with an explosion of red.
Giovanni turns to Kathryn with a gleeful smile torn across his face while a sea of sweat cascade down his brow. “SEE! I told you the son-of-a-bitch couldn’t fly,” he says, his words laced with a plethora of sarcasm.
“Bet that made you feel REAL big, didn’t it! Bet it made YOU feel like a real man!” she spits venomously as she pulls her gaze away his, while a ocean of tears well up in her eyes.
“Honey, every time I go to the toilet, I see how big a man I am,” he says with a with a wry smile. “But enough about the size of my cock, let’s see if you can fly?”…
…The sky opens up like a doorway and the rain tears at the earth like a million knives being stabbed into the flesh of the enemy. Duncan takes a staggered breath as he lookout the window, and turns to Sophie, who smiles like one cursed with a touch of madness.
“S-S-S-Stop it, s-s-stop smiling a-a-about everything.” he stammers through trembling lips. “W-W-We’ve d-d-damned everyone n-now.”
“WE?” she sings loudly, as she tilts her head to the side and blinks like a child doll. “If I so rightly remember, DEAR BROTHER, it was YOU who stole the words from the priest, it was YOU who spoke them on the sacred night, and it was YOU who sacrificed the lives of those that YOU hold dear for the power HE had to offer. So, don’t drag me into your foolish games, I am but an observer, watching a film play out before them, for I play no role, as I am no part.”
Duncan laughs sheepishly, “BITCH! Who THE FUCK do you THINK HE would come for, if I had offered up my nearest and dearest?”
“Y-Y-You would n-n-never?” she stammers as her face turns a shade a white….
A brood of clowns, surround me, weeping from the top of trees, lofty heights, falling down, death to the city, death to the clows, a million of more, a thousand if few, mirrored images pained on sand, frowns upside down, hate turned around, worshipping laughter, sinning in hate, slices cut open, seas of red in our fate…
….“You think just because what you say isn’t a lie, makes it the truth! Don’t you?” Shamus spits through overly saturated lips. “You think you’re some kind of truth sayer, sent to lord over the petty liars living in their rundown hobbles! You think you’re some kind of god! Don’t you?”
Phoebe smiles softly and gently places a fight against her lips, “Hush now father, you mustn’t draw the wrath of he who can’t be denied.” she purrs playfully. “I can only stay his hand for so long, after that your fate is his and his alone.”
“THEN STAND ASIDE AND LET THE DEMON STRIKE ME DOWN! I DON’T CARE TO BE IN YOUR DEBT FOR ANYTHING, WHORE!” he bellows with a face as red as the flesh of a tomato.
“You would rather face certain death, than have me protect you? Y-You would prefer damnation eternal, over l-living in my debt?”
He nods his head vigorously. “TOO FUCKING RIGHT! TOO FUCKING RIGHT!”
Her smile broadens. “Good, that’s what I thought you said!”…
A sea ahead of me, the wind blows, fragile is the hand that feeds, my seed grows, left inside the wicked vice, I throw and too, let the fate that beholds me, not end the left of man, a woven tale, broken, stale, I was, but yet I am…
Petty words lost in hate, spit, succulent delights, I waved the world by as I paid my time, a hope to dream, last drinks, last breath, proclaiming fate, surrounded by hate, my self, my inner me, the devil beside me, he stands tall and towering, looking down and showering, rants, suffocating, alienation, I was, I am, me not you can see..
…Lou grabs tightly at his intestines as they tumble from his torn form, and tries desperately to shove them back in. He looks up at the smiling Sammly, with lips trembling. “I-I-I, I n-n-never t-t-thought it w-w-would be y-you.”
“That’s because YOU are a blind FOOL lost in his own LIES! I, I have HATED you far longer than I loved you, and this,” she says gesturing to the sea of blood and innards that spill before him. “THIS has been coming far longer than that! For YOU never DARED to see ME for WHO I truly was, just as YOU never CARED to see what YOUR misdeeds did to others! WELL LOVER, THIS, THIS IS A MESS OF YOUR OWN CREATION, SOAK IT UP LIKE THE EARTH DOES YOUR BLOOD!” she spits as she slices the swords blade across his throat, and is sprayed by a volcano of red….
Close the hand around my neck, squeeze for I am dead, the sound of sight, the see of fright, my mercy less than I am to be, forever, like a whisper in the sea, we come, we succumb, let me drift away from thee, poison me, last, wicked right, underneath the facade, never me, weigh the body down and left me drown…
…“We are not the only ones looking for this so-called magical rainbow that’ll carry us away from here, surely you understand that? Surely somewhere inside that marvoullous brain of yours you’ve concocted a plan to secure our safety, or have you simply ignored this because you’ve never really had anything to do with anyone who your Daddy didn’t pay to watch over you?” Jackson spits though dry clenched teeth.
“It’s a gateway, NOT a rainbow, and it’s REAL!” she snaps back as she looks up from the crumpled-up paper that she holds tightly in her hands. “Maybe if you paid more attention to what I’ve been saying, you’d know that, you’d see the signs as they present themselves…”
“STOP AVOIDING THE QUESTION! WHAT ABOUT THE OTHERS!” he bellows.
“I-I-I, I d-don’t care about t-the others. Once we o-open the gateway u-utopia will be m-mine.”
“Don’t you mean ours?”
She smiles wryly, “No, no I don’t,” she says as she raises a pistol towards him…
And the words broke through the sound barrier, my ears adjusted, pin drops, suicide watch, my name is woven in the sun, you see me, but I am not one, last the love, the stolen children, plenty, they come, yet the word turns, and the echoes burn, see the flesh, watch it rot…
Tame the devil with my call, paste the words on the wall, open, shut, lost in the pool, red rivers flow, stolen pennies fall, petrified in wood and air, the wisdom come, for food or care, we sell the sights, wickedness, sickness, a world in disarray, becoming, succumbing, fornicating the fate of many, beneath the haggard dress, the throbbing tool grows hard…
…“Yet here we are, you and I like two peas in a pod,” Heather purrs with a wry smile wriggling across her dry cracked lips. “What shall we do next?”
“Y-Y-You can g-g-go to HELL!” Victoria spits.
Heather lets a gentle laugh escape her mouth as she rolls her eyes to the back of her skull. “My dear, I’ve been there and it wasn’t as fun as I had hoped it to be, so if you don’t mind, I will skip a second visitation. What if we were to do something much more fun? What if we were to challenge all the rules your whore of a father put in place to control your ever move, so he could only have you for his own sick purposes? What if we gave him back, what he has given to you?” she sings as though her voice was that of an angel.
Victoria’s eyes dart from Heather’s twisted gaze, and to the still form of her father’s naked body. “W-W-What t-t-things?”
“All that which he has done, we will do.”
“B-B-But I-I-I-I, I don’t h-h-have o-o-one of those,” she says nervously as she points to her father’s flaccid penis.
“I do,” Heather purrs….
…Douglas drops to his knees and lets out one final breath before falling to the earth in a lifeless heap while a sea of red grows from beneath him.
Conner combs his hands forcefully through his hair, pulls it back tightly as he loops a band around the blood drenched mop. “I always thought he would have more fight in him at this young age, compared to the piece of shit he grew into, but he has left me unsatisfied.” he hisses with words soaked in disappointment.
“Experience always triumphs over age, it’s the one thing you can never capitalise on. His older self obviously had more plays in his book of games, plays that kept him alive far longer than the strength of age this pup was blessed with.”
“No, that isn’t it,” he spits with disgust and annoyance. “He fought the same, and used all the same tricks, he just didn’t have it in him. No staying power. No passion.”
“Like I said, that’s experience, and experience will make you into a god if you have enough.”
“Then bow before your god, for I have lived since the first star was born, and I will be here when the last star dies.”
Brute laughs heartedly as he slaps a hand on Conner’s shoulder tightly. “You may have lived from one end of time to the next, but you have never LIVED!”…
Chosen to be more than I wanted to be, the storm came strong, the wind died, my eyes were woken, my worlds were lies, I schemed, I stole, lost in the now of nothing, last to know, first to leave, the sign of tomorrow, please, broken toys, staples, pages torn, my life before me, on the floor, seeping slowly into the wood grain, nevermore, nothing, stolen, soaking in the soil of life, I am no more, I never was, I’m nevermore…
Fences rotten, the wood all dead, cast me out, for I am not yours, silent but alone, the night flows on, the river of scum, the deliver of the seen, worshipped from afar, I gave the silent breath, forgiveness not mine, yet subtle, not forget, we stowed away, we lost our way, the end was not enough to see what had become of me, for in the sky, we all watched god die, a myth, a fictional character, the beginning and the end…
Ash, burnt into it, the sand stood still for thousands of years, but the wind lest none, I was nothing, words written, lost to the water as it washed away, yet in the moments, when the air did silently stay, voices echoed, parasitic beasts fed, mankind eaten, blood thick, dying, smoldering on the decaying silence, I asked for forgiveness, I yelled for compliance, but in the end, as the world went away, my words were unwritten, lost in the sands of today…
Woven from the seeds of a bygone design, I walked forth, I stood as a man, stolen in the decaying grass, I defiled the sin that was to be my last, a chosen branch, petrified wood, laying down the chosen one, stood, but standing, silent, but shouting still, the nothingness of a window open, beckoned me in, lost, lamenting alone, the wetness of another becoming, see me, here I stand…
…He stares at the light as it shines through the cracks that run along the rim on the doorway and lets out a stuttered laugh before nervously turning back to Tessa. “Y-Y-You want me t-t-to seriously e-e-entertain the idea that J-Jackie, m-m-MY FUCKING JACKIE, j-j-just up and walked t-t-through this FUCKING joke o-of a door ha-hand in F-FUCKING hand with some s-s-sort of GHOST! I-I-Is that w-w-what you’re trying t-t-to t-tell me?” he spits through overly saturated lips, readjusting his glasses several times, as they try to jump from his face.
“I-I-I know, i-it sound crazy, b-but I swear that’s what I saw,” Tessa replies quickly.
He turns back to the doorway and lets out a loud anxious sigh. “H-H-How does it open?”
Tessa shrugs her shoulder and lets out an audible grunt, “I don’t know, it just opened the same way it closed.”
One of his eyebrows rises high on his brow and his lips quiver with nervous trepidation as he casts a glance over towards her. “A-And how exactly was that?”
She shrugs her shoulders again, splaying her arms out to each side. “I don’t know, it just opened.”
He lets out another sigh that is caught within his chest, as he turns to the doorway once more, as it gently opens before them…
…Jeramiah closes his eyes and lets out a stuttered sigh, “Are you telling me the truth, or is this another one of your lies?”
“Why would I lie?”
“Because that’s what you’ve always done since the day I first met you. Rain falls and you feed shit to everyone like it’s a FUCKING rainbow.”
Jasper smiles wryly. “Like a FUCKING rainbow? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“It’s supposed to mean what it means. Life goes on, and you lie like it doesn’t matter, and half the time you don’t even have a FUCKING reason, you just lie to lie.”
“Nah man, that ain’t how I swing, that ain’t how I lie. I don’t lie just to lie FOOL! I lie because the world needs to me to lie. I lie because I have to, not because I want to. Can’t you see that?”
Jeramiah stares at Jasper with a vacant gaze before shaking his head in disagreement. “All I see is something calling themselves a man, when they ain’t nowhere near being a man, in fact they ain’t nowhere near being anything!”
“If I ain’t anything, what am I?”
Jeramiah pulls his head back and furrows his brow. “You’re a FUCKING memory!” he says as he raises the pistol towards Jasper once more, cocking it as he does….
