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fractal007 Senior Member
since 2000-06-01
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Everybody likes a good story. A buddy of mine told me that one day somewhere outside. I still believe it to this day, but not so happily as I did when I first heard it. The air I breathe stinks of falsehood and heaviness. Who's crying now? I can still look from side to side. There isn't much anymore. They've stopped sending me cards and balloons and flowers. I don't want them. I'm sick of being happy. I'm sick of pretending everything is alright. I'm sick. I'm dying and nobody cares. The ceiling above presses in on my vision, accusing me, tempting me. What's behind me? I don't care. I really don't. My eyes are heavy again. Sometimes they get heavier and heavier but I never sleep. I wonder if this is a dream. I wonder what the real world I left behind so long ago is like. Are people happy? Close your eyes, but I can't and the dry flaky tears sting me whenever I lift my eyelids again. Wherever they are now, my friends are safe. They don't have to care anymore. I freed them of that through the screaming and yelling. I threw something at each one of them, tore my dead skin and spat at the teary face of my mother and hurled blood-crusted insults at my father. Go away. I'm sick of love, and hate is my new doctor. The sun is setting again. My window betrays the reddened light through its dusty glass and discoloured frame. I can barely move my eyes without the tears welling up again. Everyone hates this disease, but it's freed me from so much. The first reports of infection prickled against me with fear and terror. The faces terrified me. Laughing and mocking, egging me on, staring, they wouldn't stop until I gave up. Alone in bed at night, succumbing to disease, wishing someone would come and stop them, I forgot that name I always swore I'd say if something like this happened. But they gave me comfort. I just had to believe and submit to their authority. I have been given all these kingdoms and may deliver them to whomever I choose. Tell no one. I never did and I never will. I'm waiting now for the next visit. What will they tell me this time? I'm running out of things to fear. I'm losing my need for comfort. But my eyes. Eyes are the first things that appear. Two, four, six, eight, the pairs materialize, the faces whisper into existence. Ten, twelve, fourteen, yours are the kingdoms, the power, the glory. You are the God. Something is wrong, but I am so happy. Close your eyes. It hurts. Close them. Every night they tell me to close my eyes. I know they're trying to help. I know, but I can't Close your eyes. The pain intensifies, the tears flow, my vision clouds with red. What would they see? What would my friends barging into this room see and hear? Red flows outside and onto my cheeks, rolling down the sides of my head. The faces blur and disappear. Good. You're doing it. You've beaten the enemy. Fatigue is destroyed once and for all. Pure golden light blazes through the cleaned windows. Is this heaven? I can stand! The floor is so alien now, such an old attraction. It is a reassuring ecstasy to hear the boards creak under my feet, to know that my body still has substance in this world. I open the door to my room. I am not a ghost. Everything is so quiet and remember that this is exactly what I wanted. This is what I always hoped for, to live alone, without the foolishness of people. Something moves, a sound, in the corner of my eye, and a desire is awakened in me. My new sixth sense is aroused and I must go. I turn and walk toward my brother's door. His room is serene when I enter it. There he lies, turning his blood-striped face in his bed, unable to see in this painful light. I leave, closing the door. It's ten o'clock. In twelve I'll join the others in bringing my brother out of this foolish coma. I'll promise him the world and we'll deliver. 2+2=5 for sufficiently large values of 2 |
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Skyfire 
since 2000-12-27
Posts 3381Riding |
Woah. I'm not sure what to make of this. It creeps me out and yet at the same time I couldnt' stop reading it. Wow. |
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