Any last words?
No, no, you cannot speak
For the world shall show no mercy
Any final requests?
They shan't be honored
For no one takes the time to hear
Any last words
Wednesday, May 27, 2015
Tuesday, May 26, 2015
Weird Nights 3.0 THE FINAL CHAPTER
Trumpet was secretly a little scared. First, French and Bass had disappeared. Then, Trumpet started having the visions.
They were just small glimpses at first. A raging fire. A desolate landscape. A crying mother, clutching the still body of a child. A dried up riverbed. A flooded neighborhood, the homes in ruin.
Then, the visions became accompanied by smells. Burning flesh. Metallic blood. Dry dust. Rotten meat.
Trumpet felt trapped in his own head. The final blow to his sanity, the one that drove him over the edge, were the sounds. Sizzling water. Dry wind. The screams. Of agony, despair, fear, loneliness, broken promises, shattered dreams. More screams. Of victory, fiendish delight, battle.
Trumpet was clutching his ears, curled into the fetal position on the floor of his bedroom, muttering nonstop about the pain, the desolation, the loneliness, the insanity, faster, and faster, and faster, and faster and faster and faster and faster. Trumpet screamed, he cried, he shouted, until his throat was raw, his eyes dry, and his voice ripped apart.
Hunger gnawed at his stomach, but he refused to eat. He didn't want more energy to hear more noises, see more places, smell more odors.
The visions, the sounds, and the noises began to stay longer.
Trumpet was trapped in eternity, inside his own head. Mumbling, screeching, crying, screaming, sobbing, more and more until his own terror swallowed him, scathing him with icy claws. His heart pounded, and every time he heard the thud, thud, thud, Trumpet could see someone being beaten. First, they were men, engaged in a fight. Next, the victim were women, being beaten with long metal poles, covered in dried blood. Before Trumpet snapped, they were children. Young children. Being kicked, bruised, starved. Trumpet was buried alive, every thud of his heart shoveling more and more mania on top of him.
And Trumpet Highnotes snapped.
His brain seemed disconnected from his body. It moved, it pounded, and it screamed. The intensity forced Trumpet to howl, to shriek, to beg mercy from an unwilling master. Trumpet couldn't take it any more. Then Nate Soakreed came to visit him.
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Brad awoke from the most horrifying nightmare he had ever dreamt up. Slowly and shakily, he got out of bed. Men in white hazmat suits swarmed in. Brad shouted and tried to claw through the suits, but he couldn't very well claw through plastic. The men held his arms and legs like Huns. One held a cool metal barrel to Brad's head. The clocked slowed down. The trigger clicked, Brad breathed out, the gunpowder ignited, the bullet spun out of the barrel.
And Brad could dream no more.
They were just small glimpses at first. A raging fire. A desolate landscape. A crying mother, clutching the still body of a child. A dried up riverbed. A flooded neighborhood, the homes in ruin.
Then, the visions became accompanied by smells. Burning flesh. Metallic blood. Dry dust. Rotten meat.
Trumpet felt trapped in his own head. The final blow to his sanity, the one that drove him over the edge, were the sounds. Sizzling water. Dry wind. The screams. Of agony, despair, fear, loneliness, broken promises, shattered dreams. More screams. Of victory, fiendish delight, battle.
Trumpet was clutching his ears, curled into the fetal position on the floor of his bedroom, muttering nonstop about the pain, the desolation, the loneliness, the insanity, faster, and faster, and faster, and faster and faster and faster and faster. Trumpet screamed, he cried, he shouted, until his throat was raw, his eyes dry, and his voice ripped apart.
Hunger gnawed at his stomach, but he refused to eat. He didn't want more energy to hear more noises, see more places, smell more odors.
The visions, the sounds, and the noises began to stay longer.
Trumpet was trapped in eternity, inside his own head. Mumbling, screeching, crying, screaming, sobbing, more and more until his own terror swallowed him, scathing him with icy claws. His heart pounded, and every time he heard the thud, thud, thud, Trumpet could see someone being beaten. First, they were men, engaged in a fight. Next, the victim were women, being beaten with long metal poles, covered in dried blood. Before Trumpet snapped, they were children. Young children. Being kicked, bruised, starved. Trumpet was buried alive, every thud of his heart shoveling more and more mania on top of him.
And Trumpet Highnotes snapped.
His brain seemed disconnected from his body. It moved, it pounded, and it screamed. The intensity forced Trumpet to howl, to shriek, to beg mercy from an unwilling master. Trumpet couldn't take it any more. Then Nate Soakreed came to visit him.
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Brad awoke from the most horrifying nightmare he had ever dreamt up. Slowly and shakily, he got out of bed. Men in white hazmat suits swarmed in. Brad shouted and tried to claw through the suits, but he couldn't very well claw through plastic. The men held his arms and legs like Huns. One held a cool metal barrel to Brad's head. The clocked slowed down. The trigger clicked, Brad breathed out, the gunpowder ignited, the bullet spun out of the barrel.
And Brad could dream no more.
Monday, May 18, 2015
There Is A World
There is a world
Far beyond the seas of imagination
There is a world
Closer than the dust on the wind
There is a world
Where choices have only the consequences deserved
There is a world
Where the sun sets on a deep aquamarine sea
A red bubble of healthy blood
On a horizon made of tangerines
Flecked with clouds
Purple lavenders, pink carnations, red poinsettias, white roses
Painted beyond the simple azure sky
There is a world
A world where crime is brought to justice
A world where bullies are bullied back
A world where no one goes to bed hungry at night
A world where navy blue midnight
Doesn't spell crime
A world not bourne on one person's shoulders
Threatening to crush them
A world where the grass is never dead
But not always green
There is a world
A world beyond the sea of desolation
There is a world
A world closer than the screams on the wind
There is world
A world where no one gets away with it
There is a world
A world
There is a world we can always be
Far beyond the seas of imagination
There is a world
Closer than the dust on the wind
There is a world
Where choices have only the consequences deserved
There is a world
Where the sun sets on a deep aquamarine sea
A red bubble of healthy blood
On a horizon made of tangerines
Flecked with clouds
Purple lavenders, pink carnations, red poinsettias, white roses
Painted beyond the simple azure sky
There is a world
A world where crime is brought to justice
A world where bullies are bullied back
A world where no one goes to bed hungry at night
A world where navy blue midnight
Doesn't spell crime
A world not bourne on one person's shoulders
Threatening to crush them
A world where the grass is never dead
But not always green
There is a world
A world beyond the sea of desolation
There is a world
A world closer than the screams on the wind
There is world
A world where no one gets away with it
There is a world
A world
There is a world we can always be
Empty Promises
Black hair, blue eyes
The hopeless space between stars
The color of lies
Red gold, silver lines
The hue of hollow pain
Wrapping up and down his arms in empty vines
She broke all of her
Empty promises
Wreaking frost on his soul
He was hurt
By all of her
Empty promises
Stolen Wishes
Bloodthirsty ways
He paid for all of it
Empty promises
They found his body two days later
Covered in silver lines
With no more sunshine
Shining from beneath his scars
Red gold
The hue of empty promises
Stolen wishes
Heaven, sin
Even the hopeless space
Between stars
Like his hair
Now stained
With empty promises
Fire, hell
Sunlight, heaven
Too cold for the color of lies
Akin to his staring eyes
Glassy and filled
With empty promises
The hopeless space between stars
The color of lies
Red gold, silver lines
The hue of hollow pain
Wrapping up and down his arms in empty vines
She broke all of her
Empty promises
Wreaking frost on his soul
He was hurt
By all of her
Empty promises
Stolen Wishes
Bloodthirsty ways
He paid for all of it
Empty promises
They found his body two days later
Covered in silver lines
With no more sunshine
Shining from beneath his scars
Red gold
The hue of empty promises
Stolen wishes
Heaven, sin
Even the hopeless space
Between stars
Like his hair
Now stained
With empty promises
Fire, hell
Sunlight, heaven
Too cold for the color of lies
Akin to his staring eyes
Glassy and filled
With empty promises
Thursday, May 14, 2015
Marvelous
Today was a good day
It was not a hard day
But filled with sweat nonetheless
I thought not about quitting
No one lost
Today was a good day
Today was a fine day
Filled with laughter and cheer
But reality loomed around the corner
I thought not about hurt or hurting
Everyone smiled
Today was a fine day
It was not a hard day
But filled with sweat nonetheless
I thought not about quitting
No one lost
Today was a good day
Today was a fine day
Filled with laughter and cheer
But reality loomed around the corner
I thought not about hurt or hurting
Everyone smiled
Today was a fine day
Thursday, May 7, 2015
Peace
Ignorance
Only bliss in short
Aloofness
The only choice for a hurting heart
Gossip
Only for pinch faced hawks
Rumors
The bane of eternity, just weeds
Pain
The only vector of sweet release
Isolation
A long time friend of hurt
Bravery
Deserts those who need it most
Cowardice
The only way out
Gunshots
Slashing knives
Peace
Freedom
Wednesday, May 6, 2015
The Nightmare Never Ends
Head held high
Looking over a broken city
Wind blowing through the streets
A burning smell racing through the heat
Looking down on a sea of destruction
Everywhere I look, all I see is misery
Everywhere I hear, another innocent life is wasted
And I can't even hear my heartbeat
But I can hear my screams
Darkness light the day
Light darken the night
If I open my eyes
The nightmare never ends
If I open my ears
I'll never see your tears
Another detonation, another terror
Another group claiming for belief
Worst things in the world
Everything I see
Garland
Sandy Hook
ISIS
All justified by belief
And I can't even hear my heartbeat
But I can hear my screams
Politicians promise relief
But all they relieve is our wallets
Looking over a broken country
Wondering when it all will end
When we will bring ourselves to destruction
Darkness light the day
Light darken the night
If I open my eyes
The nightmare never ends
If I open my ears
I'll never see your tears
And I can't even hear my heartbeat
But I can hear my screams
More injustice
Looking over this broken world
Time will never slow
Slowing to a stop
Innovation cannot reach those set in their ways
Their ways
Silence, oppression, ostracism
Another parent abducts their own child
Another shooting
Another 9/11
Another broken country
Another broken world
Looking over a broken city
Wind blowing through the streets
A burning smell racing through the heat
Looking down on a sea of destruction
Everywhere I look, all I see is misery
Everywhere I hear, another innocent life is wasted
And I can't even hear my heartbeat
But I can hear my screams
Darkness light the day
Light darken the night
If I open my eyes
The nightmare never ends
If I open my ears
I'll never see your tears
Another detonation, another terror
Another group claiming for belief
Worst things in the world
Everything I see
Garland
Sandy Hook
ISIS
All justified by belief
And I can't even hear my heartbeat
But I can hear my screams
Politicians promise relief
But all they relieve is our wallets
Looking over a broken country
Wondering when it all will end
When we will bring ourselves to destruction
Darkness light the day
Light darken the night
If I open my eyes
The nightmare never ends
If I open my ears
I'll never see your tears
And I can't even hear my heartbeat
But I can hear my screams
More injustice
Looking over this broken world
Time will never slow
Slowing to a stop
Innovation cannot reach those set in their ways
Their ways
Silence, oppression, ostracism
Another parent abducts their own child
Another shooting
Another 9/11
Another broken country
Another broken world
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