Monday, 9 January 2012

Roundabout

I've realized my mistakes, and I've relived my childhood traumas. That monster I cannot call a man has taken over my life, and I let him. But I shall suffer onto this no longer.

The thing was not standing at my front door this morning. He knows I've woken from my fool's journey, and if he doesn't already know full well that Hell's coming to his backyard, he'll learn when he hears the devil's name is Veronica.

Humanity is a disgusting piece of pleasure, and that creature made me realize why. The blonde man is not a symptom of mankind, but the study of the disease. With sin comes, as it must, temptation and appeal. With sin comes, as it must, the lie. As children, we were taught lies came in little white packages, and that it was alright for mommy and daddy to cheat on each other and murder their innocence on the literal little white packages you may know as cocaine. But the little white packages are mere proxies to the malevolent structure of black lies. These are not little, but tall and thin. They tempt all of us, ushering us into the streets of disgust and the wheats of lust.

I fell for that thing's web of branches because I did not understand temptation. Well, I'm no longer tempted, you filthy bitch. I'm driven, and you're standing in the middle of my fast lane.

Feel the Rain

I stumbled hard, I stumbled far,
But no man can stop me from stumbling
Upon Hell's backyard, where my eyes remain
Still on the tree of my childhood pain.


I can no longer resolve to do wronger
Than mankind with its insanity mind.
I take my foot and I mark my cut
Through evil's bane and I let my heart feel the rain.


-Hell's Yard (Henry Rutherford)

Saturday, 7 January 2012

Would be to remain

He has been silently standing outside my front door all day. He seems to be waiting for me to come out.

Yet I feel such a wide spray of emotion, a bouquet of uncertainty upon a garden of imbalance.

I know not whether to leave or to stay, I know not whether staying would leave me and leaving would be to remain.

Friday, 6 January 2012

The Killing Hand

Today, a man came into the station and pulled a gun on an officer. I apprehended him and told him I was taking him to jail; instead I blindfolded him and drove him to the forest.

On the way, he tried to scare me with tales of the so-called "impressive feats" he pulled out at sea. This only strengthened my desire to leave him for the shaggy-blonde man.

He tried to kick me away as we got out of the car, but I am no longer just a policewoman. You cannot run from a child of the trees. As I dragged his terrified body into the path where all leaves fall, I recognized him by his blonde hair and bloody mouth. He looked at me, and I knew.

He was the albatross.

Thursday, 5 January 2012

The Mariner and the Albatross

He led me out into the path where all leaves fall, and there he showed me Big Apple, strung up on the tree but fully conscious.

"He is left staring at his own beating heart, and he screams a lot. The folly be his own; the lurking thing near can tell by smell and sound."

I heard a rustle in the bushes behind us, so he turned to me and told me it was time for me to go back to my home. "You are to bring the mariner by these trees, and the albatross will reward you with your test."

I woke up mere minutes ago on my chair, the moon out my window reminding me of his skin.

Wednesday, 4 January 2012

Idaho and Big Apple

The investigators came back with their warrant. They found nothing, as I had predicted. Before they left, I asked them if they could accompany me; "I found a dead body you might want to see."

They foolishly agreed to it.

The walk was cold, ice cold, but the fires of his desires kept me warm. As the trees grew around them and the leaves fell, I could hear their nerves wracking up a storm.

I could see him standing ahead of us, hair clean and face seeming fixed, legs standing tall. Big Apple behind me muttered something about "evil red hair," and Idaho said "Who is that?"

And then the picture looked into them and they were gone.

Tuesday, 3 January 2012

Burn your fingers one by one

He led me out of my house and showed me the path all walk.

Down this path is the creature that lurks, but I must never see its face or else it will take my soul and organs. He wants me to take the officers down this path when they return with their warrant. He cannot guarantee they will encounter the creature that lurks, but he can guarantee they shall look into the picture.

I woke up on my living room seat. I'm growing paler.