Stinging…that was the immediate response, then came a bit of shock…not the kind of shock you die from, but the kind that shatters your heart. Weird thing is…I kinda liked it. Is that wrong? I felt ashamed of myself as the adrenaline coursed through my veins. I felt I didn’t deserve it, but I wanted it again…shame, doubt or am I perverse? Maybe I am a victim? Who would I tell? Because I still kinda liked the sting…that reminded me I was fully aware and alive.
Twisted in agony I am. Depressed, alone, darkness. Cast, no really, cast in this immobile image. Once I walked amongst other human-beings. Now, am I, am I in Hell? I see nothing but blank stares, looking through me, or what used to be me. I scream, but everyone is deaf. They wander, in pain, looking for an exit. But there is none!
Hello, our name is Death…and we are here for your soul today. We already know you weren’t expecting us. Coupled together, we are. 2 human shells… spliced, stitched, plumbed and wired as a single unit, and today, my friend, is your day. Tears won’t stop it. Prayer won’t stop it. It’s too late slave. We own you now. Our home is your emptiness.
The strings sing my sadness in tones no human voice can reach. I am waiting for death. I wait, sadly and quietly, with seconds of nothingness amongst hours of sheer panic. I wonder to myself “is this life?” I never get an answer. I never hear a voice telling me what to do. I pray at times, but fall asleep before I get to the “amen” part. Prayer is like counting sheep backwards for me I guess.
The apparatus had a firm grip on my torso, squeezing ever so slightly. Slightly but consistently constantly. The girl across the way was already dead. Her bodily juices running down the machines mechanical, clawed hand and smacking the floor louder than machine-gun fire! Her body was slowly turning ash colored as her life blood ran down the industrial killing machine’s hand. No matter how hard the apparatus squeezed the life out of us, it was never enough for the entity that once protected us. Rich in the Billions and Politicians were exempt…under their health care plans!
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Lost Gigs, floating in a cloud, around my dismantled mind. Untied, untangled and set free…gone forever. Now, I am considered insane. I am not Insane alone. I am CreAtivelY INSANE.
A picture is worth a thousand words, sometimes more. She was so sad, I could only compare it to the sadness of someone who has lost a partner in life. I didn’t know what to say…I stuttered and stammered. I asked her if she was okay finally, after I ate some mushrooms. I don’t remember what happened next. Now I am broken-hearted.
Until I found my own identity. I let the Morbid One rob me of who I was for so many years. Now I know. The Morbid One was part of me. I had to exorcise that piece of me that was defeating me! I won.
American. Freedom.Democratic.Founded. ON Slavery and death. Death of Americans already living here! The Rich have gotten richer, and more elite, if possible. The poor have moved into poverty-stricken and the middle class is poor! But…But…the Rich have gotten Richer! The margin is growing wider, too wide to be bridged anymore! Republicans scream socialism at the left while capitalism is at an all time HIGH! Wow! Why bother. Big Brother wants our eyes gouged out and mouth sewn shut. The girl above is THE perfect American according to recent people polls!
According to movies and maybe in the Bible, the dead will be judged before God at the End of Times. Man, it sucks if you have been dead for awhile…what kind of afterlife would it be if you were half-rotten? What if you were only a Femur? The rest was gone? You are screwed! Right? What if you were just a pelvis? That wouldn’t be much of an after-life, even if you were on a Gold Street!
Written By Emery Myers
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