October 21st 1989 (DPM sub) (503 hits)
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Submitted by JoeyG <joe_green_2006.at.yahoo.co.uk> (View user info) at 2006-09-14 11:16:26 EDT
October 18th 1989
Dear diary,
It happened again today.
It's not like how it used to be.
I used to feel I had it all under control, all in hand. Lately, it feels like I'm the one who's being controlled. It used to be fun, like a roller-coaster ride.
It's still like that I guess, but now it's like someone has taken away a section of the track, and I never know when I'm going to come to that gap and fall headlong into the murky abyss, out of which this whole thing grows.
I know it's not my fault. It's THEM. They force me to do it. They torment me. They make me live with their senseless thoughts and twisted voices playing over and over deep within the reaches of my mind. I just wanted them to like me, to accept me, like I accepted them.
They don't know how much hold they have over me, but they will, they will do very soon. I try and keep them at bay, I try to obscure their incessant preachings, but they have an agenda, and they want it to be heard. To be carried out.
I don't know how long I have. The gap is getting closer. THEY are coming nearer.
Dark times are coming. The light is far behind me.
October 19th 1989
Dear diary,
What have I done?
A kid this time. He was 5, maybe 6 at most. How could they do this to me? What used to be good is turning, turning into something so bad I can't comprehend it.
Afterwards, I cleaned my hands in the stream, desperate to be rid of the bright red shame that was showing itself on my skin. I watched my soul slip away with the scarlet trails that etched themselves across the surface of the crystal water, and cried.
The louder I cried, the louder THEY became. They know I'm weak. They know that soon, I will be theirs and theirs alone. To do their bidding. And I have seen. They have shown me what they want.
Black visions give way to an even blacker reality, the reality that is THEIR world. A world so unimaginable, it can only fully exist in the subconscious soul of Satan himself.
Their world is opening, and THEY are coming. There's not long left.
October 20th 1989
Dear diary,
The first of them have arrived now.
First, they came in my dreams. Marching in ominous troops, and riding on hideous beasts, wearing masks of twisted bone and distorted fleshy tissue. But the dreams melded into reality, and they tore through the void between the realms, the void that only I could have protected. They knew I was too weak.
THEY are among us now. Their very essence is polluting the world around us, lurking in the shadows, devouring the presence of righteousness and good.
I tried to hide, but they would always find me. I am theirs now.
I watched myself as I did it. I saw myself sliding through the open window, as the blood red moon drenched the land with its wicked wash. I watched myself, creeping through the stillness, flinching as the clocks ticked and the wooden beams settled with a creaking eagerness. Watched, as I crept up the stairs and paused outside her room.
I knew what was happening. I had been there before, I had carried out these acts in lucid mind, but nothing was so terrible as to watch the events with no control, no power. I try and scream, as I watch my body slowly, methodically arrange the razor, the claw hammer, the cloth and the nylon wire - the tools of my trade.
I try and scream, but my voice is faint, and drowned out by the jeers and cackles of those for whom this entertainment is provided.
Slowly, I watch as the door is pushed open with a whisper, and with 2 soft steps, I can see myself standing over her, and I notice the rise and fall of a breathing, sleeping bosom. Once more I cry, as I watch the arm raise, and plunge the cloth into the mouth of the sleeping lady.
I know she cannot bite. The false teeth rest in the tumbler atop the bedside table. The wheelchair in the corner of the room provides further testimony to the frailness of the victim and the cowardice of the demon nature. The attack is met with little or no resistance, and the lady, gagged with cloth and bound with wire, lies face down on the bed.
My shouts to stop become screams of terror, as I watch the razor cut diagonally from shoulder to hip, creating a crimson X carved into the naked flesh. I try to turn away, I try not to witness the horror that is manifesting itself in such a way, but THEY are here, and their skeletal hands clutch my face and hold my gaze fixed upon the torment as I bring the claw of the hammer down onto the skull, one time, two times.
My screams begin to fade, and I am drawn back into my own body. It's me standing there, with the hammer in my hand, the blood splashed across my own face and hands. The laughter fades. I am alone again.
October 21st 1989
Dear diary,
I can no longer endure this torture. THEY have come from their hate filled world and usurped the very land which once was our own.
My mind, once healthy, is now a pool of chaotic conscience, raddled with rat infested wastelands, and pools of putrid blood.
I can no longer be part of what I have created. This devious world of marvels and monsters is not what I had envisaged.
The lochaine is taking effect now. The hallucinations are creeping up on me, but I know they will be nothing to the nightmarish reality that is all around me.
Only now, can I be free.
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Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2006-09-14 17:38:02 EDT (#)
Ranking: -1
D-Prime sux
Submitted by Chroniclysm (user info) at 2006-09-14 14:23:14 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by JoeyG (user info) at 2006-09-14 14:20:59 EDT (#)
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Submitted by consuelo212 (user info) at 2006-09-14 14:04:57 (#)
Ranking: 1
You are obviously a very good writer, but this I didn't quite enjoy as much as other stuff you've posted. Still it was good though
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Have no worries - I'll be back to my old self soon.
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2006-09-14 14:12:10 EDT (#)
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GREEN EGGS AND HAM!!!
Submitted by consuelo212 (user info) at 2006-09-14 14:04:57 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
You are obviously a very good writer, but this I didn't quite enjoy as much as other stuff you've posted. Still it was good though.
Submitted by Antioxident (user info) at 2006-09-14 13:42:33 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
very nice
Submitted by freebie (user info) at 2006-09-14 11:42:23 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
for the effort
Submitted by JoeyG (user info) at 2006-09-14 11:27:58 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Beano312003 (user info) at 2006-09-14 11:24:35 (#)
Ranking: 2
My mind, once healthy, is now a pool of chaotic conscience, raddled with rat infested wastelands, and pools of putrid blood.
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The ONLY comment I'd make is that if this was the case, he wouldn't be able to compile such well written entries in his diary.
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I did think that to myself when I was writing this..... but then I thought hey, Van Gough was a fucking fruitloop but he still managed to paint.
Comment taken on board though.
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2006-09-14 11:26:39 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
this came across a little flat to me. I don't know exactly what it was but in the end it just didn't grab me. +1.5
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2006-09-14 11:26:03 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by Beano312003 (user info) at 2006-09-14 11:24:35 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
My mind, once healthy, is now a pool of chaotic conscience, raddled with rat infested wastelands, and pools of putrid blood.
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The ONLY comment I'd make is that if this was the case, he wouldn't be able to compile such well written entries in his diary.