Insomnia part IIX

Another scene of a man suffering insomnia

Between untamed coughs and the sounds of wind it's hard to write or sleep, he sets to his typewriter, takes off a bullet stuck between two letters, H and N, his tachycardia became regular, he got used to it again, that's when he stopped having those pills, they no longer effect him, nor can the drinks he has, all because of his high tolerance.

"Tick tock, tock tock, time is running like a wanted crock"

"how could this be" he says in astonishment, "I thought you all left"

"The loveliest trick of the devil is to persuade you that he does not exist" said the old version of himself

" A rich diplomat once told me Diaboli virtus in lumbis est; the virtue of the devil is in his loins. 

"But I'm no devil," he screams out loud "I'm not one anymore"

"Nor you are a saint, in fact it's a sin that you let go of your passion for fake goodness"

(I welcome back that other side of me, nor he is homeless nor I'm free)

"It's that voice again" in horror he speaks.

"He kept it a secret the voice in his head,"narrates one of them "he made it, believed it exists until it became real, more real than us"

"Secrets are but burden, bag of bricks carried around for no reason, you hold many, but none is yours, we know you are not willing to carry around a sack of bricks, and here you are thanking god for honesty and selective amnesia"

(Empty I've been I felled that with love that was fake, exorcism form my demon only gave me grief and heartache)

"Some people prefer hearing lies that makes them happy, others prefer half truth because they think that what they don't know won't hurt them, I prefer truth, I appreciate truth, whole truth, be hurt for a while fix what can be fixed and pave my way to peace of mind, no secrets, assumptions, accusations, doubt nor regret... take what life gives you and make use of it, be proud I survived it."

"Because nothing can't be fixed over a cup of coffee and a cigarette?" asks one of them.

"tick tock, tick tock, your only lie has hung you on a hook"

(Acting mad with death obsessed, touched by a demon I am possessed)

"What brings the wind, what brings the night, what brings tomorrow and the blind white light" narrates the old one again "it was almost dawn, clouds covered the sun at 6:00am of what was claimed to be dooms day"

"can't you hear the voice?" am I going mad? am I going crazy? I know this voice very well, it's the voice of the one long dead and forgotten, but what brings his memory?"

(A heavy stone over my chest, stopped my bleeding yet gave me no rest. Singing lullabies until the dawn, fixed my heart hole by a dark black stone)

"This voice is only in your head, even it's memory"

"A man is defined by his actions, not his memory"

"It used to be my companion," hangs his head in shame "he used to join me in all of my sins, he used to dare me to commit wrong, and I thought it was long gone"

"An old friend?"

"An old soul, ancient soul of evil that I got rid of"

(Of this demon redemption looks harder, than an angle he is more closer, thanks to him love I seek no further)

"But why says he those words"

"My companions and our host stood in silence, seeking an answer that they already know, as we hear a whisper and feel a dark cloud, even us voices are terrified, we are merely his subconscious, pride, future visions, passion, love, madness, greed, courage and wisdom, we are but reflections of himself but we are afraid of him as his eyes turn bloody red, his heart beats faster and turns yellow his skin, his lips were not moving, but we hear a sound coming from him"

(Burns my hate, living my fate, breathing my air, sharing my nightmare. For this moment I don't want to be free, I'm not alone but who's missing me)

"Tick tock, tick tock, the time has came and spoke the rock"

He falls to the ground and his lips utters "Being smart is to outsmart yourself"

"Money can fix him" says him in a suit

"So can passion and love, poetry keeps him sane"

"He is wise enough to get back to reality"

"He needs to believe"

"As the voices start fighting his body elevated although not on his feet but he was tuck in bed... silence prevails in shock and the voi..."

He wakes up in bed, untamed cough and loud whistling wind; 3:00am 21st of December 2012. 

Author's Note

Reviews are welcomed

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A very strong chapter. I could see the poor man sad situation. Between no sleep and sickness. He gets no breaks. No weakness in the excellent chapter.
Coyote