Sickman
Through my eyes people don't see what I see. People, people, that aren't there, dancing, and laughing at me. Now my senses have failed me I have taken the lives of more than just one person this time, I've taken a dozen lives and I'm not sorry about it. You see now these people have done something wrong and they told me that they were wrong and I believe them. I FUCKING BELIEVE THEM! WHY DON'T YOU SEE THEM! (Scratches head and begins to shake back and forth) What have I done, they screamed, they screamed the whole time, but it felt good. No it didn't, yes it did. (Eyes roll in the back of his head in satisfaction.) I can still feel the flesh ripping from the bone, and the frightening stare they all gave me. It's really quite satisfying to feel flesh rip. (He grasps his own arm and starts stroking it. Then begins digging his nails deep into his skin. He begins to bleed.)
It feels better after I bleed. They seem to just hide after; they seep into the walls and hide. All gone. (He lets out an eerie dark chuckle.) Don't worry they will be back, they will be back to tell me how they feel about me hurting myself. I wish I could just cast them out and have my own piece of mind, I want my own again. I want to take what is mine and hold it above to show. But I tried that nobody cared. People don't care what other had. So I tried improving on what I had and what that was, was a life. I took it away and took it in. I raised it, a little one to call my own. I loved it. I was so happy then they told me to get rid of it or they would get angry. I didn't want that, but I loved this little one it was mine. They disagreed and made me lose it. So you know what I didI held it above my head to show everyone what I had and then let it go. Down, down, down it went until it stopped on the concrete below. They were happy after, but I wasn't.
I felt sad, sadder then I ever was. I didn't want to but they made me do it. As time went on I felt a gaping hole in myself, I tried to fill the void. I needed love, a love that would embrace me and give me that feeling.
Midnight, I went to a cemetery and dug her up she was beautiful and still warm. My heart beat against my chest so hard. I was so happy, and I brought her home. She sat across from me at the dinner table and we drank wine I had found in the cellar. She loved it when I dressed nice so I put on a nice suit and tie (whatever makes her happy) and she wore a dress. It was getting a bit late so we went to my room and spent a wonderful evening together.
The next morning I was awoken by people screaming and shouting at me. Get on the floor they said. They called me names and beat me down. And they took her. She made everything that was bad go away, why would they do that to me? WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO ME! So you know what I did. I got up. And took one of their stick and showed them how I felt. First, I wrapped it around this man's throat and pushed it against it until I heard it snap. The others pulled out there fire arms and shot at me. The body of the man I was holding held the bullets for me. I moved closer to a man and with all my might I forced the gun up to his face and pulled the trigger. Ah, the glory of seeing the enemies head just explode, brains, blood, bits of skull. It was amazing. The other eight died easily, the last one was hard to make leave. But once I caught him I made him pay.
I chased him around my house until I found him hiding in one of my closets upstairs and to the left. When I opened the door he was pointing the fire arm at me. Now I have to admit I was a bit scared but not scared after he pulled the trigger. The click of the empty gun made my butterflies go away. A single tear rolled down his face as I strapped him into a chair. I kept yelling at him and beating him until they told me to take care of him as well. They told me to feed them. (His eyes roll in the back of his head once again) I had a rusty old saw in the cellar next to the wine, on the left. I took it and cut all of the meat from his bones and piled it in the corner. I saved the head and yelled at it. While they feast upon his flesh I had a conversation with him still. I was finished with him he made a fool of me so you know what I did. I bit though his eyes and through him out of the top story window of my abandoned home. That is where I had made a mistake. On the outside of my home there were men standing there with fire arms. The butterflies came back. I knew how to stop them though. I stood on the windowpane and jumped at them. And that's all I remember and now I am here in this small room with only a little window above and to the left to bring in light. They are still here and they won't go and I still crave her and my own. I miss them. But hate them at the same time and when I get out again AND I WILL GET OUT AGAIN! I will find them and reclaim what is mine. But until then I will rot with them. Alone.
Through my eyes people don't see what I see. People, people, that aren't there, dancing, and laughing at me. Now my senses have failed me I have taken the lives of more than just one person this time, I've taken a dozen lives and I'm not sorry about it. You see now these people have done something wrong and they told me that they were wrong and I believe them. I FUCKING BELIEVE THEM! WHY DON'T YOU SEE THEM! (Scratches head and begins to shake back and forth) What have I done, they screamed, they screamed the whole time, but it felt good. No it didn't, yes it did. (Eyes roll in the back of his head in satisfaction.) I can still feel the flesh ripping from the bone, and the frightening stare they all gave me. It's really quite satisfying to feel flesh rip. (He grasps his own arm and starts stroking it. Then begins digging his nails deep into his skin. He begins to bleed.)
It feels better after I bleed. They seem to just hide after; they seep into the walls and hide. All gone. (He lets out an eerie dark chuckle.) Don't worry they will be back, they will be back to tell me how they feel about me hurting myself. I wish I could just cast them out and have my own piece of mind, I want my own again. I want to take what is mine and hold it above to show. But I tried that nobody cared. People don't care what other had. So I tried improving on what I had and what that was, was a life. I took it away and took it in. I raised it, a little one to call my own. I loved it. I was so happy then they told me to get rid of it or they would get angry. I didn't want that, but I loved this little one it was mine. They disagreed and made me lose it. So you know what I didI held it above my head to show everyone what I had and then let it go. Down, down, down it went until it stopped on the concrete below. They were happy after, but I wasn't.
I felt sad, sadder then I ever was. I didn't want to but they made me do it. As time went on I felt a gaping hole in myself, I tried to fill the void. I needed love, a love that would embrace me and give me that feeling.
Midnight, I went to a cemetery and dug her up she was beautiful and still warm. My heart beat against my chest so hard. I was so happy, and I brought her home. She sat across from me at the dinner table and we drank wine I had found in the cellar. She loved it when I dressed nice so I put on a nice suit and tie (whatever makes her happy) and she wore a dress. It was getting a bit late so we went to my room and spent a wonderful evening together.
The next morning I was awoken by people screaming and shouting at me. Get on the floor they said. They called me names and beat me down. And they took her. She made everything that was bad go away, why would they do that to me? WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO ME! So you know what I did. I got up. And took one of their stick and showed them how I felt. First, I wrapped it around this man's throat and pushed it against it until I heard it snap. The others pulled out there fire arms and shot at me. The body of the man I was holding held the bullets for me. I moved closer to a man and with all my might I forced the gun up to his face and pulled the trigger. Ah, the glory of seeing the enemies head just explode, brains, blood, bits of skull. It was amazing. The other eight died easily, the last one was hard to make leave. But once I caught him I made him pay.
I chased him around my house until I found him hiding in one of my closets upstairs and to the left. When I opened the door he was pointing the fire arm at me. Now I have to admit I was a bit scared but not scared after he pulled the trigger. The click of the empty gun made my butterflies go away. A single tear rolled down his face as I strapped him into a chair. I kept yelling at him and beating him until they told me to take care of him as well. They told me to feed them. (His eyes roll in the back of his head once again) I had a rusty old saw in the cellar next to the wine, on the left. I took it and cut all of the meat from his bones and piled it in the corner. I saved the head and yelled at it. While they feast upon his flesh I had a conversation with him still. I was finished with him he made a fool of me so you know what I did. I bit though his eyes and through him out of the top story window of my abandoned home. That is where I had made a mistake. On the outside of my home there were men standing there with fire arms. The butterflies came back. I knew how to stop them though. I stood on the windowpane and jumped at them. And that's all I remember and now I am here in this small room with only a little window above and to the left to bring in light. They are still here and they won't go and I still crave her and my own. I miss them. But hate them at the same time and when I get out again AND I WILL GET OUT AGAIN! I will find them and reclaim what is mine. But until then I will rot with them. Alone.
meow:
Thanks for the comment on my "Absolute" set!
meow:
I know this is long overdue, but I wanted to stop by and say thank you for commenting on my "Revolution" set!