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Hereafter
02:23
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It was daybreak. It was here at last. I consumed its greatest anomaly. I consumed it whole. With the blink of an eye, it tore apart my sleeping spine. All I could hear were the noises of a pleading dawn. I was not ready; I was not ready, but I welcomed this lovely chaos. Barren and body less, it was waiting for me; with a vacant sneer and a whispering rope. All my glory days were done. I was hung from the tip of my tongue.
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Barren: Bound
05:02
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False flesh. Makeshift bones. Fingertips made from stone. I stood at misery’s lip. Maimed tongue. Transparent teeth. A voice cloaked as silence. I waited for the sound of the screaming bells. In marred fragments, in mangled segments. A wilting replica of a breathing thought; buried for the hounds, and the wolves, and the crows alike. They lined up on the shore, ankle for ankle. They began chanting at the top of their lungs: “Once more, you sold yourself short, once more you found solace in the fray.” Hands roped and nailed together; a portrayal of humility passed off as disgrace. I watched inwardly as everything I knew grew into nothing. In this fleeting instance, the anchors burned down to a pile of ash. I gathered the embers in my palms, and looked with a thousand-yard stare. There I stood, in a fit of panic. Alongside a haunting array of cinders. floating side by side with the remnants of my recompense. I admired the ruin in the backdrop. When the time was right, I claimed their shame ridden tongues, and carried them like a banner, or a curse.
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Sanctuary
04:47
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Surrounded in the last hour of tumult by demons I knew by name. I held the beacon closely, and listened for the delicacy of its heartbeat. On this deserted mountaintop, Cowardice ruled over the days, like a monarch sleeping on a crippled throne. It witnessed the horrors I sanctioned. One by one I pulled out my recreant teeth, and decorated this latent cemetery. To become nameless, to become no one, to become unseen; it was all I desired and more. It was all I wished for. As I welcomed slumber’s embrace and drifted away, the demons began dancing in sheer disdain. One of them leaned in and said “Remember, remember the flesh and bones, and all the things that are you. Let all the timeworn anguish sink into the deep. Do not follow, do not wish.” Eyes opened, lungs opened, mind opened. A hunger of hungers for free will came calling. In this humbled moment, I leapt from the ledge into the unknown. Naked, battered, redeemed. To hell with their old ways, to hell with their false tongues. To hell with them all; to hell with them all.
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Chaos disguised as consciousness. They had an unfamiliar name. Inverted pupils; vile voices. I laid there motionless, and awake. The air littered with millions of ruptured songs. Ominous tones; hideous words. They dragged me into the middle of the town square, and propped me up like a caged animal. Come and see. They would have their most beloved day, with the cost carved along my pale forehead. Come and see. Fuming from my panic driven mouth, I was a shell within a screaming shell. There they were, row for row of malignant smiles. They were dread made flesh, and they craved all the sentiment within. They watched as I clung onto a thing named fiction until the very end. Blood-soaked; harmonious as the hallowed ground caved in. I limped towards them in the slowest fashion. With reprisal following faintly like a phantom. I ripped out their begging eyes and force-fed them one at a time. For the first time in a long time, a gentle grin was born. Come and see.
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