Rock Bottom Symphonies [Macabre Dance]
Tuesday, July 5, 2016
I'm running out of time.
Silver streams of light flow past me while the continuous attempts to move forward even a little bit render my efforts obsolete. It's an odd feeling, being stuck in spot while trying to force your body to move. I need to move! Before...
I do not finish that despairing thought, wanting, hoping that my attempt is not in vain.
I can feel the connection to my wife, the love of my life, cut off suddenly, leaving a gaping hole in my consciousness. It's so empty wheredidyougoemptyohgods-
The wound in my soul drags crimson bits of my soul out, excruciating, unfathomable.
How did things end up this way?
I stare at the pallid smile of my beautiful Angel, the forbidden creation of my love. Blood blossom lips stretched into a ghastly smile, staining the innocence of youth. "Hello, Papa." The wolf in lamb's skin uttered demurely, as if it really were my frail, precious child.
"Look," the creature in my darling child's skin giggles sweetly, "I made Mama look pretty! Red looks good on her too, right?"
Dumbly, I blink at the sight before me. I feel so numb. The quiet in my mind is shattered when it finally registers; doll-like, broken, my wife, dangling limply in our child's no not our child- monster arms.
In the next moment, while I am still stunned by the incredulous, incomprehensible reality, the fiend had appeared before me in a fiery mirage of shadows. "You're not real." My denial poured out stubbornly, relaying the futile hopes of my wounded mind, my shattered heart.
A mocking light glints in mercurial pools of silver, matching the twisted smile of innocence on lips stained by murder. "Oh, dear! Are you feeling alright, Papa? Maybe you should take a rest. You don't look so well." The creature purrs tauntingly.
An involuntary step back, and I realize my mistake. Predators can taste the fear in the air. Desolation is their ecstasy.
My only thoughts were full of confusion; wondering and lost.
In my last moments, before a pale, finely-boned hand delicately plucked my palpitating heart out with deceptive ease, I managed a glance of regret at the other half of my soul as she lay haphazardly on the scarlet soaked ground of our living room floor.
We survived so much, trials and tribulations. All was for naught, for what we sought to protect, it became our downfall. How ironic.
"Thank you for your blessings, Papa dearest." A last sincere whisper of hellfire in my ears, as the life in my body is stolen, ripped out of my empty shell. A tear falls from my closed eyes as Thanatos beckons me to slip into eternal sleep.
Silver streams of light flow past me while the continuous attempts to move forward even a little bit render my efforts obsolete. It's an odd feeling, being stuck in spot while trying to force your body to move. I need to move! Before...
I do not finish that despairing thought, wanting, hoping that my attempt is not in vain.
I can feel the connection to my wife, the love of my life, cut off suddenly, leaving a gaping hole in my consciousness. It's so empty wheredidyougoemptyohgods-
The wound in my soul drags crimson bits of my soul out, excruciating, unfathomable.
How did things end up this way?
I stare at the pallid smile of my beautiful Angel, the forbidden creation of my love. Blood blossom lips stretched into a ghastly smile, staining the innocence of youth. "Hello, Papa." The wolf in lamb's skin uttered demurely, as if it really were my frail, precious child.
"Look," the creature in my darling child's skin giggles sweetly, "I made Mama look pretty! Red looks good on her too, right?"
Dumbly, I blink at the sight before me. I feel so numb. The quiet in my mind is shattered when it finally registers; doll-like, broken, my wife, dangling limply in our child's no not our child- monster arms.
In the next moment, while I am still stunned by the incredulous, incomprehensible reality, the fiend had appeared before me in a fiery mirage of shadows. "You're not real." My denial poured out stubbornly, relaying the futile hopes of my wounded mind, my shattered heart.
A mocking light glints in mercurial pools of silver, matching the twisted smile of innocence on lips stained by murder. "Oh, dear! Are you feeling alright, Papa? Maybe you should take a rest. You don't look so well." The creature purrs tauntingly.
An involuntary step back, and I realize my mistake. Predators can taste the fear in the air. Desolation is their ecstasy.
My only thoughts were full of confusion; wondering and lost.
In my last moments, before a pale, finely-boned hand delicately plucked my palpitating heart out with deceptive ease, I managed a glance of regret at the other half of my soul as she lay haphazardly on the scarlet soaked ground of our living room floor.
We survived so much, trials and tribulations. All was for naught, for what we sought to protect, it became our downfall. How ironic.
"Thank you for your blessings, Papa dearest." A last sincere whisper of hellfire in my ears, as the life in my body is stolen, ripped out of my empty shell. A tear falls from my closed eyes as Thanatos beckons me to slip into eternal sleep.
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