puppet-patron

Sounds of footsteps ring in my ears. The squeaks of boards beneath feet are almost deafening. I'm lying naked on the floor, shivering - the door is left open. The freezing breeze creeps into the room, caressing my unprotected flesh. Thousands of needles begin to skewer me. Sharp pains work their way up my spine and into my head; the sadistic laugh bounces off the bare walls in an endless echo. Numb, buried under the snow; I lay to die here. Losing all hope, eyelids begin the draw shut. Convulsing, spasms violently shake my body. Warmth taunts my face. Steam drapes the walls and snow begins to melt. Something in my mind snaps and thoughts flo

This disease, this parasitic root that has found comfort within this fleshy capsule of mine, is ever so slowly eating it alive. That is, if one could call it 'eating'. It is much more than that, as it's tendrils rush about my veins and around my vitals; squeezing them ever so gently and ever so firmly. I think not that it wishes my death, but rather it exalts my existence. Such is the case for any parasite. Be that as it may, this force within me is no parasite in the least. Ergo, I began to pursue the answer to what this esoteric intruder was exactly. An answer which had taken numerous years to find. An answer which, when first discovered,

... TICK One second to live, how will I spend it? Only one left; the one that will end it. Looking for someone, Who'll stay to the end. Someone to love; my heart she can mend. Blindly searching, looking for the one. I cannot find her, for sure I am done. Darkness envelopes, locking every joint. All has gone black, except for a point. A point in the darkness, I can barely see. The darkness overwhelming, it hypnotizes me. The point grows to a dot. A dot of white light. Like a star in the sky, in the blackest of night. As the dot grows bigger, it becomes quite the mess. Mess turns to bow, and bow turns to dress. Thi