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         I awoke breathing heavily and soaking wet with
chills. The heat from my body expelled by one gasping
breath. A darkness unknown embraced my surroundings in a
black scabbard. Forgotten here for all to stumble upon was
I. The blood tracked into the darkness of the cavern serenly
reflected the gloom held in my eyes.
	
	Moist and glistening; filled with the dread of a dying
lonely man on his death bed, in a corner of a dark, secluded
room. Which was what I was. Only realizing from the scent of
putrid algae, the harmonious shriek of bats, and cragerous
floor, that I lay entombed inside a cavern made for persons
such as myself. 

	My body was awkwardly limp and stagnant in fulfilling the
dread stored within my mind, of my deadlious demise. In this
dark cavern, one would assume not to tread. For inside, a
bestial creature wanders the echoing crag hills in search of
defilers of love. This I know through dreams and nightmares
of the forsaken. The pandemonium set forth while I saunter
amongst funerals past and dreams entwined. My time defiling
love has not been forgotten during times of yore. This, in
turn, is more than a climatic result as to why I have found
myself within the clutches of evil, and amidst bones of sad
and impotent carcasses.

	Nevermore would I behold the sacrosanct days of life,
glorious hills of feverish green, and the mystifying
darkness of night. Life had begun to fade into obscurity
once the sound of soft, forboding, footsteps on the rocky
cavernous floor entrenched itself into my unforbearing
gloominess. The breathe of the unknown entity encased my
senses into submission as it unveiled itself from darkness
and melancholy.

	Groping about me the walls of limestone and earth to grasp
until death, I realized my fate within a screen of the
non-exsistant. My fate held more than that which shall be
death. Sauntering in line with the despairing legions that
depart from this world living for nothing while having
nothing, held more distress and consternations than a
thousand deaths combined of disembowelments, decapitations,
and dismemberments after the ritualistic torture of a
submergment within an acid bath of fire.

	This, being determined within a stone's throw of time, as I
awaited the unthing's prodigious strike on my person when
suddenly...all went silent. Somehow sensing the defeat and
humility of I, the creature proceeded to depart away from
me, laughing and cackling its macabre language of
inequities. Licking its lips at the thought of the aftermath
of my remains. My cadaver would be its own for the
undertaking. For now, back to the shadows it reigned over,
to watch me suffer an untimely demise.

	I stayed quite immobile for sometime, weary of the
creature's pitiless eyes amonst me, before rising and then
sauntering into the depths of the unknown cavern...all the
while wishing serenity. As I begun to tread lightly into
vast nothingness, a slow thick dripping lay before me. Then
the pain of a broken memory flowed through in exsistance,
soaking through my shirt and splashing in front of me. My
own heart bled. The cascading blood sent chasms of pain in
tears through my impulses. The pieces of the retreating
puzzle begun to finalize my exsistance within this place.
The tears fell from a lost rememberance of love's past, only
now clearing a reason as to why I bled. I had come to a
conclusion:
		

Holding the one you love in complete admiration, bliss,
passion, etc...
Time measured in meetings of amorous thoughts...
Days awakened to that feeling of another person in your
life...
Thoughts of knowing someone is thinking of you...
Grasping the hand you knowingly want to marry...
Proclaiming to die a revelation of deaths together...
	
	All in one tranquil day, ripped from your heart in
abhorrence; along with the homespun bandage laid to rest on
a once hemmoraging heart. This is how I found myself to
awaken here in this impishly dark, and secluded cavern of
the unwanted, disloved defilers. The conclusive truth that
this was my sarcophagus only lay skin deep...and this skin
was ravaged.

	I began to lay down the final note in my requiem, so the
beast may have its way and feast upon my jagged heart. For
this heart, in contrast to the many that lay victimized by
this sadist creature, was through. My only other place
beyond this life reaked of the malestrom of hell (for Heaven
would have no place for someone of my caliber.).

	All hope was lost when out of the darkness, a microscopic
splinter of white light shot down from the Heaven's and into
my blood-shot, soot-filled eyes. This light would, unlike
many, drive that of the normal insane beyond recognition. To
see a light so archaic and beautiful, would follow in ranks
as that of seeing the face of God. For you will surely die
once glimpsing the face of a holy martyr. Most would be
thrown into asylums, and ridiculed blasphermers and
heretics...just like the man himself. I have surely given up
hope and if this light were to blind me, I would hold no
hate in my heart. I would bear no apathy, seek no self
indulgence, and hold on to a thought non-exsistant to life,
in order to live once glimpsing a light of holy salvation.

	Everything fell together in a matter of seconds. Tears fell
with the sadness of an unimaginative being; an unimaginative
state of mind. That small fragment of life gave away
directions to the now drying pools of blood, which in turn
directed my hapless self to a new life.

	The pain had begun to cease, like a a dying ember
surrounded by dead ashes in a hearth. All became
transparent. Somewhere out in this vast world, someone
longed and dreamt to lay in my arms, under our stars and
moon of yesteryears, with a real amorous kiss awaiting to
grace the lips and hand of beauty. Not myself truthfully,
but unknowing of myself theoretically.

	So with this thin shred of bright and gloriously dignified
hope, I began to saunter towards my forsakened reality and
my beauty queen. T'was the end of this sanguinarious,
perilious journey...






Or so I thought.
	
	A maniacal uproar, that was of a nature difficult to
pinpoint, reflected off of the jagged, limestone walls and
into my quintessence; making the sticky, sultry hole in my
heart hemmorage once again. The thrashing footsteps, of
before, reinstated themselves, only faster and kicking up
limestone dust with fervor. I began to retread, limping
slowly as the pain in my head was almost as blatant as that
of my heart. The shred of hope grew dim and weary. The
flashing of the tides was among me, like a thousand thieves
descending upon a lost treasure forboden. Sudden death
seemed so surreal and on the verge of claiming its rightfu
possession.

	I closed my eyes at the hoping to be here again, even if
the sun was to never again shine for the evills if this
world, when all at once, the eerie silence of this malovent
cave became tranquil yet still very much forboden. With this
I opened my eyes, staggering time so that I may delay my
untimely death. There lay before me, the bestial,
carnivorous creature, ill-spotted of the mind, standing
amidst bones of the past fallen loveless victims. It turned
to face me, the one and only misfortune to stand in the way
of its carnivorous desires.

	Strength and courage it took for my person to peer into the
irises of the beast that wanted to minister my death; a
horrible and lonely death of turmoil. Doused in shadow and
green arcane algae, the creature stood at least ten feet
tall to my knowledge. It was covered in coarse grey and
black hair and its mandibles were long and rust colored. The
color of an ancient esoteric blood, collected through many
ages of dismal yore. It's face held the evilness only
Lucifer hisself would deem loving (and even that would be
saying too much!). The face of the beast was of mysteriously
porportionated pieces. The nose could have been from a
warthog of ancient times. It's septum seemed to have a rusty
ring pierced right through its cartilage. It gave a
resemblance of a cabalistic door knocker, left to rust and
deteriorated high above, attached to a house within the
clouds. Untouched and unkempt for eternities combined. It
had no ears, for if it did they could not be visible, for
the thing had long straggly shoulder-length hair of
different breeds married. It's red eyes peered straight
through me, as if to contemplate which ventricle it would it
would want to swallow first hand. Its teeth were sharp and
yellow, nose flaring up a storm of death; a tornado of souls
bellowing out to scream their requiems.

	I clamored out myself, using my tongue while I still kept
it attached within my person, all that my heart would let
me; in tears but not a sleeping dream. My own elegy was
ready and willing to console the already perished souls
yearning for a sound other than beast's own unhallowed
utterings.

		" With what universal laws of man and/or beast do you
enshrew to hold the formidable position of the grim reaper
of those who have defiled love? Have you not once loved a
woman beast of your own likeness? Someone who held you
amongst the Great Old Ones who have since been banished from
the light of day and forsakened beyond inane powers. Did she
not hold you in a place far more holier and meaningful than
the gates of the hallowed heavens? The dalliance shared
amongst you both can only be measured through sands thrown
into the air and then ruptured. The time in Eryx when she
proposed to flee with you among stars and starlight fog,
away from that world was your time in a distant world. The
Parliament could not hold you apart for it was your time.
The child she beared was meant to entwine you more than many
a connected body of water spread amongst this world. I know
you've never felt so lifeless as times began to run like an
overflowing dam set within the city of Atlantis. She died
for you...as well as the life of your child. Both were lost
and done so by the Parliament. Hell's Parliament. The loss
of souls cherished brought you down to your knees. It tore
the dreams from your own quintessence and crippled you to a
state of immoral calamity. Your heart bled and led you to a
doom never tread by anyone, demon and angel alike. Until it
lead you here. Amongst a dead world. This is your level of
black despondency. Beyond the Cocytus lay your darkened city
meant for the moira. I know...you were banished beyond the
corridor of Satan by ones of great powers. Satan hisself
knows not of your exsistance. For if he should ever gaze
upon your sorrow-filled face, he would surely die. I know
how your love died, with your child intact. I know how they
ran the chariot through a forest of broken glass and jagged
spikes laced with flesh-eradicating poison, with woman and
child intow, being dragged for eons of miles in every
direction. I know how they crucified and mutilated your
brethern amongst crowds of followers who each held stones
and hachets, bows and arrows. A midnight lynching of a child
and woman treacherous to their kind. Their was nothing you
could do, for they had you within the gauntlet. They beat
and raped your family, and made you watch. I know. Yes I
know who you are and I know that they slowly decapitated
your brethren with blunt, rusted machetes! I know that they
made you consume every last bit of flesh and bone of your
child and woman! I know! I know!!! You are the black
emperor! For I know this....and I know your name...You do
have a name. Don't you Sonneillon, Demon of Hatred. You were
sent here to dispatch of all defilers of love for eternity.
Those foolish enough to break the bond known as love and die
alone and without apathy meet you beyond the last gate. I
know who you are Sonneillon. For I know, because I am here
to replace you."


	The last of my words trickled off of my breath with
stagnant fevor; fidelity glowing in the dark to oppress the
time that culminated into a diminutive oblivion. Then a
vision of efficacious power sent chasms through my ungalant
irises. 
	
	A vision of a red skyline with the dreams of many raining
down through the atomic sky. Halos left falling through
demise and floating within a sea of penance. A flock of
ravens perch atop a rustic sarcophagus careening near a
ledge that overlooked the sea. A tomb of sorrow and joy at
the expense of life itself. A hollowed out log lay resting
over the fresh soil, with the intials of myself and
future-real beloved. And the epitaph itself grew cold and
clear within these eyes of reveations past.

		"And shall these two souls entwined lay together
underbliss, beneath the skies of tomorrow."


	Silently and mysteriously undertaking the vision and
epitaph through that cold and encrusted gulliver of its, the
creature stared me down as if to inform me that the vision
was within his eyes as well. More so, I believed that the
vision was actually a blessing...from this creature known as
Sonneillon! With that said, Sonneillon let out a furious
roar and charged yours truly in a mad sprint of hunger and
insanity. Excepting the end, I stood my ground and awaited
the dispatch of my person that would send me to my grave.
The brush of death was here. Finally upon this lad of 20
years in the making. The scent of a finally tuned requiem
commandered itself upon the deaf ears that I carried. The
sound of many silent whispering voices surveying my thoughts
redeemed my sadness. One final breath before it is all over.
Goodbye to the real world...hello to the real world.


	But wouldn't you know it that yet again the unfathomable
reoccurs. As if the dreamland floor my soul escapades about
closes around me to veil the pain. Blocking and concealing
all negative aspects to produce a fine mist of dreams,
purple star strewn skies, and a stir of light flashing about
in favor of a thousand silver minnows as gorgeous as zealous
fervor sanctified.

	With all of my thoughts carrening over this unmerciful
reality, the heavy hand of the beast, which was beforehand
meant to impale me with decadent pleasure, came down before
me on the limestone gravel not 1/16ths of an inch from my
person. The distance was unbearable for all I could make out
was the hand and extending arm. For the rest of the beast
was shrouded in darkness. The darkness it undertook was
glowing with hatred. With one long rust-colored talon, it
formed in the dust it made from the blow, a single arrow
that pointed to the right of my person.

			    ==>

	With that, its hand released itself back into the darkness
it was incarcerated within. Its red eyes appeared more
ghastly yet less fearful. More or less, the irises seemed to
swell and produce tears laced with pity. Smaller and smaller
they became. Into the depths it went, hissing the time spent
letting my rag strewn corpse free from disaster.

	With new found directions, I fled with haste on limp, into
the unannounced darkness for as long as a kilometer. I came
upon the splinter of white light yet again as it was aimed
diagonally at my upper chest, highlighting the area just
below my left clavical...my heart. I followed and came upon
a massive rock slide. Bare foot and in immense pain, I began
the ascent. Climbing, the splinter grew brighter and
brighter with every blood strewn step. My feet were ravaged
upon the jagged rocks. A trail of blood left in my wake. The
only sign that someone had made it this far beyond the grasp
of the creature left in darkness. Godspeed to my aching
soul!

	Alas what lay at the top of this mountain of madness but a
solid, old, oak door with rusted bolts and cracks. It was no
bigger than an attic door within the ceiling a house. A
weathered crevice was home to the white, now warm light. The
light gave off an aroma soothing warmth. I threw the solid
door open with as much veracity as my war torn body could
produce. The brightness was hot and blinded me to no end.
White and glorious it was as I emerged from the cave that
was more or less a beta noire to the world.

	The chirping and singing of birds and the like relieved my
senses to that of a knight returning from a war. Through
this door of renewal, I emerged soot slung and disheveled.
My person was of an image not far from the degenerates and
derelicts of the empty box carts and abandoned areas of
underpasses. What glories awaited my prescence! Flowers of
every species and color surrounded me in a rainbow of
delight. Insects buzzed happily within the petals of beauty.
Trees flourished and gave shade and bright red apples as a
reward for surviving the horrors below. The door I had
emerged from lay on the side of a green glorious hill. And
beyond this hill, many others continued into the vast
horizon. Mountains of green on three sides. In front of me,
past the beauty of the vegetation which the flowers
produced, a forest escapaded from horizon to horizon.
Rabbits and deer, beavers and the dreaded skunk, appeared
out of nowhere to greet and congratulate me upon my return
to the land. A beautiful fawn galloped galantlyamongst the
thickets and overgrown shrubs in a mock victory dance.
Pleasantly rewarding to the eyes.

	A trickling of a small creek arose my incitement of reason
and I followed the beautiful noise. The refreshingly clean
noise led me to a bed of water about, but not limited to,
the size of a modern day bathtub. In I went to cleanse
myself of all the self pity, regret, negligence, and so on.
Down into the water was a joyous act on its own for it was
deeper than it let on. 

	As I resurfaced, I became slightly nauseated. The feeling
of a burning, numbness undertook my senses. In all the same,
the forest, cavern door, and distant horizons of beautiful
rolling green hills begun to fade away into an obscure
yellowish white, like that of a fairly worn linoleum shower
wall. a bloody, crude drawing of an arrow lay rampant and
vulgar on the wall to my right. To my slight left, an alarm
clock stared back at me with glowing numbers (...its red
eyes now appeared...). Diagonally to my left, atop an old
oak cabinet sent down through the family for ages, an aroma
therapy candle burnt the last of its wick into the silver
base (...splinter of white light...). Strangely enough, the
Dream Theater album "Six Degrees of Inner Turbulence", which
I so notably had on a vinyl, was off of the needle and
skipping an entire chorus of bird-like guitar notes.

	All seemed surreal and I languished for more of the self
pity I had somehow lost within the depths of that cavern far
away. The vision/dream heavily silhouetted my rightful and
proper demise. All of the former envisioned fell through a
clouded veil of remorse and relief.

	As the bathtub I undertook continued to overflow (...a
trickling of a small creek...) I took the razor out of my
skin and clamored out into a new world. A diving world of
immortal harmony, and heard melodies of tragedy. Bequeathed
are my remains as I am reborn. Goodbye to the old world,
hello to the real world.
Posted: 2007-08-10 00:42:31 UTC

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