Psychosis (548 hits)
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Submitted by Enter The Midnight (View user info) at 2005-01-20 01:31:59 EST
I am born in darkness, living in darkness. My shattered remains reflect shards of light into the nothingness of the great beyond. I am all-consuming, all-controlling. I hear things--things that you cannot imagine, that would reduce your brain to a babbling mess of sticky protoplasm were you to hear them. I know secrets of the underworld, of the Abyss. I have been to hell and back, and found it to be disappointing. There is no fire, no darkness, no everlasting worm--only the faint crying of the damned in gray shadows of twisting nothingness, as each soul pays its debt and is slowly extinguished out of existence. The gates of hell are rusted and weak, and cannot even prevail against our physical bodies, much less the foundations of heaven itself.
The dead speak to me. I see them wandering this earth. I ask them why they stay on this globe, rather than using their transcendence to explore the universe and all its wonder. They answer that they are tethered here by gravity, just like us, only a spiritual gravity that pulls them slowly towards the grave, instead of keeping them on firm ground. What keeps them out of the grave, I ask. They tell me that their strength in this world is proportional to the memory their loved ones keep alive. When they are forgotten, they are sucked into the black muck of the grave for all time. Kings of the earth, the slave, the businessman, and babies all fall into the great pit of the abode of the dead. Their world is a drab world--I have seen it. They long for the lights of heaven at the end of time or the slumber of the ages in hell, but both escape them in this writhing limbo.
My hands are rotting off. I can see the bones moving inside the skin, where the tendons are becoming soft and stringy. I wonder how much longer they will last me. I have no eyes--I only see with my mind and I travel the universe at my will, projecting my soul onto the stars. They call me, telling me they were arranged around the earth, all 461,047,931,437,992,101,795,462 of them. That seems large, but we can't see all of them just yet. Give them a few billion more years. There is life on Mars. It's a lot smarter than us.
I cry out to the skies for more answers. I don't hear anything but the voices of the dead. Some of the living tell me to settle down, to be quiet. They place my rotting arms inside a thick veil, so I cannot move, or so they think. All I have to do is move my mind and leave my body behind like an old suit. My cell phone is ringing. Or is that my body picking up all the radio waves bouncing through the air? I can interpret these waves, you know. My mind can see the images and hear the music of a thousand million generations of signal. I can hack into the wired network with my brain and destroy all information you hold dear. Never underestimate me.
He tells me he's coming for me. He tells me that my time has come. The eleventh hour is here, now I only wait for one thing--the strike of the Midnight.
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Submitted by Sherman (user info) at 2005-02-24 01:26:26 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
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Submitted by Dervel (user info) at 2005-01-20 05:33:06 EST (#)
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Nice pointer on the photo.
With the exception of the life on Mars crap this isn't as terrible as your normal stuff.
Submitted by Chroniclysm (user info) at 2005-01-20 02:08:10 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
yeah.
Submitted by MandaPanda (user info) at 2005-01-20 01:49:58 EST (#)
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Submitted by Chinaski (user info) at 2005-01-20 01:34:43 EST (#)
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ooooo, dark. reminds me of diddling a retarded donky while eating rat poison.