10-29-15

10-29-15

 

Through evening’s portal navy blue unraveled like a velvet ribbon. Not long after brilliant dots sown within and their magical twinkle mesmerized me.

But there is more.

Tangerine lights bestowed upon stretches of gray walk bright illumination that revealed little fissures and from each divide insects crawled upward and scattered. I watched them make their way around the corner.  Tonight one will succumb to death and appease the Hellish Abyss while the other is eternally damned despite their sacrifices. The Remaining provides nothing more than a memory of sin, of an ancient practice that adds comfort, but false hopes.

The Hellish Abyss is a consecrated location valued in village tradition. It has interminably been observed as an entryway to the terrain of the deceased however, its derivation has in no way been made comprehensible. The chasm is also the axis of the seismic activity that arises in the adjacent province. Subsequent to periods of tranquility, the land neighboring the abyss would shudder, which the villagers would procure as a warning of forthcoming catastrophe and calamity. In order to still the abyss and avert the malicious force it generates within from bleeding out, sacrifices are made to mollify it. A mundane human sacrifice was not sufficient however, and this need gave naissance to the Crimson Sacrifice Ritual.

Then there is the Black Swan: the Mother of Deception. She plagues the Remaining. Like a spider she spins a web to lure them, trap them and ultimately offer them to a higher creator in return for…venom to deprive the Hellish Abyss and thus never ending the ritual.

This infested soul caters to the will of nightmares. She allows hell spawned abominations to suckle her breasts and forever she dwells in denial's corridors, but a surprise waits. There are higher powers wishing to destroy her.

Winter has finally settled into my chained heart, but with it has come this entity that is eroding my sanity. Again I am not certain of the day, week, month or year anymore. All I know is that when I gaze outside my bedroom window snow blankets the earth and a thankless gray sky mocks me. There is no sun, moon or stars. I think the gray has taken them away.

What is night and day anyway? It isn’t as simply as light and dark. Well, that isn’t true now, is it? At least in the light I can see the unexplained rather than simply hear them move all around me in the dark.

The walls have faces. They press out from beyond the plaster and wood. Their screams are agonizing. I need to silence them. I need silence, but then again in silence I hear that voice. My head is going to explode. Maggots writhe within my skull.

I can’t think of how to end it. Who are you again? I am sure I will figure it out. There is an address next to me on a piece of stationary. Perhaps it is yours.

I am losing a part of myself to something…?

I tease the keys of my ruptured piano and anticipate that soon hallucination will liberate me from myself, but maybe it is too late for I am a spider under reality’s heel. I am but a long lost demon in a parade of perdition.

When veils between realms bleed together and misguided steps lead down into hell’s infinity, dark contours of mortal and god are devoured by damnation’s kiss. 

Armageddon is a whisper away.

The shadow of death invades those passages forged by man. Little by little they swallow vagrants and those whom your society considers “low class”. Leave it to silly humans to invent tribalism. It is a clear indicator of how destructive your nature is.

The pursuit of power feeds a delusional mind tyranny’s decisions. Perhaps you have already seen such a thing. Do you think your current president or the one before him were just ordinary men? They were puppets of a greater sin!