Is This Beauty?

A dark story exploring the realm of the mind. A description of what it is like to be fully consumed by your mind and thoughts.

Is this beauty?

It is the most beautiful thing within this endless universe, is it not? The voice within your mind. The figures which consistently grow and thrive within the back of your head; so hypnotic and cruel. The things that encapsulate your soul, drowning it in an endless flood of the blood and guts of your most vile thoughts. It’s beautiful. Is it not? What else could it be? For there is nothing else in existence so entrancing and rapturous. So enticing. So alluring to your mind. 

It’s hideously pulchritudinous. Beautifully morbid. Those beings within your detrimental and ugly soul. The alluring ensemble of voices and screams feeding off of your fear; tearing into your mind as if they are demons clawing their way out of hell. You are so blinded by the alien beings of your mind and soul that you don’t realize they are as an angler fish luring you into its mouth and consuming you; eating away at the beauty you once had within your now fallen angel of a soul. Or were they a siren then? For they are so beautifully engrossing, calling you in with their statuesque hymns of violence and gore - only to cut your throat with a thin fishing line made from the intestines of the demonic creatures of your mind. 

It’s beautiful, isn’t it? What else could be more enchanting than the hallucinations and phantasms of your subconscious? These are the things portrayed by the shadowed figures of your mind. The ones devoid of any light or life. The beings cloaked by an endless hunger for any beauty; beauty you once had in your life - for they want it for themselves. Those corpses of bloody and shadowed figures slowly fed off of your rich and beautifully delicate soul, allowing it to deteriorate into nothing but an empty void of fear, leaving it as an angel tossed out of heaven. 

Those thoughts, voices, screams - the beings ripping apart your mind, piece by piece; those are like a clown hiding within a corn maze, waiting solemnly for any chance to feed off the children rounding the corner. Don’t you realize? You are that hopeless child. And the cannibalistic clown which preys on you, you ask? Now don’t be silly. Whom else would it be but of course the workings of the puppet master within your subconscious, which is deceiving you as a hungry and devouring serpent? 

You are being controlled, torn apart, and consumed by those devilish beings which are nothing except life itself. Consumed nonchalantly by the demonic thoughts hooked on strings like puppets which are being tugged so violently by Beelzebub himself. Consumed by the hellish figures of your mind which feed off any ounce of beauty your soul once held so profoundly. Consumed in whole…is there anything left? Is this beauty?