Heard Melodies of Tragedy and The Advent

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.