Entry 407: It Grows Beneath Them

Every night

I can hear it speak

Its gears having stopped grinding only once completely…

Much like time though

There is never a true end

So night after night

I burn

And…

…I listen…

That sweet chorus of screams

I imagine it lovingly

I can hear it grind

I can hear their SCREAMS!

Time after all…is never dead…completely

It grinds every night

It ticks every day

Though how does one really know the difference?

I know the difference.

I know it well

Day isn’t visible but, time is kept still

The audible screaming is of a specific tune in the day

Then it’s a chorus upon nights fall

I suppose this could all be a hallucination

Another tormented suffering of the madness of HELL!

That all said…

…I know it isn’t…

I…KNOW…the difference…

…It ticks…

…It…GRINDS…

Sometimes I even hear it speak into my mind

It is one name

Over and OVER…again…

The name of the one responsible for temporarily stopping its flow

It simply says

…SARA…

It is the only word or name it speaks

It speaks it with a malice that terrifies me!

Even in Hell, I’ve never known a hatred like this!

Over time this thing has grown

Over time it has shared its story

Not through words for it only speaks her name

But, through the ticking

Through the GRINDING!

YES!

Everyone who is familiar with what happened that October

Well…

…They know the story naturally…

But,

It shares it again

It drags the hatred

Its emotions through our souls

It drives us forward

Over time it has driven us all further MAD!

HA HA HA!

It has grown

Its gears scream a sound both beautiful and terrifying

In a way, no other has shown

It bides its time

I’m certain the Devil himself

Is wary of this thing

It has slowly formed its own place

Growing more every day

Whispering the screams of its tale

Laughing in endless insanity

It SCREAMS…HER…NAME!!!!!!

…SARA!!!!!

-It Grows Beneath Them-

Entry 406: Your Agony Is A Beautiful Thing

I smell it

The sweet scent of honey in the air

I see it

The future home

I know it

The things that dwell within

The memories, the history

All soon to change

I salivate

As I imagine how my first meal in this place will taste

I relish it

The new life

The freedom of a new place

The faces I’ll see & meet

All of them believing

Home is the same as it has ever been…

I know it

The things that it may fear

The unease about tomorrow

The silence as it rests

Every home has a personality

One I’ll soon change

I breathe in

As I get closer to my new nest

Taking in the scent of honey one more time

Before I move in

I’ll admit

You have quite the scent

You’ll make the perfect place to raise my new family

To feed our hungry souls

I watch it as it rests in bed

Late the hour is

I could think of no time better than now

I unlock it

It is now we begin to move in

I unpack

The eggs are ready to be seeded

It’s a quiet process

You’ll never notice

Especially as I grow more comfortable in my new home

Your mind

Slowly begins to break

Nightmares

Drive you to awaken

A cold sweat

A nice temp

The eggs are beginning to fully absorb inside their home

The closer they grow to hatching

The more comfortable we’ll all grow

Now we slowly wait

My influence growing

My eggs swelling

The headaches won’t last long

Pretty soon I’ll be in full control

But…you’ll still be able to feel it all

The eggs hatching

The neverending need to scratch an itch

That has no end

I’ll clean the blood up for you though

It’ll help me grow

Eventually, you’ll want to scream but, that’ll only happen internally

For, by that time, you will be in agony

No one will hear your screams

I’ll be using you to create more eggs & plant them in all your family & friends

When they’re finally ready to hatch

They’ll eat their way through everyone’s skin

For you though, I’ll make it extra slow

I’ll make sure you carve open your own skin

Bit…by bit…you’ll flay yourself

I’ll make sure you feel ALL OF IT!

I’ll keep your soul conscious & aware

As I use your body, my soon to be old home

To continue cutting & peeling you away

Piece by piece

When all your family & friends are finally consumed

I’ll take all of their souls & yours as well

I’ll bathe in the blood of my victims

Soon after we’ll move on

My babies will grow fast

They’ll find new homes of their own

I’ll drag your soul with me

Place to place

I’ll make you relive your agony

Again and again

Oh dear sweet soul

So delicious

You’ll forever be a part of my collection

I’ll smile for the rest of time

Simply knowing

That all your pain will know no end

…Just as with all my other victims…

-Your Agony Is A Beautiful Thing-

Entry 405: It Has No Name

I see it every night

An abyss.

It holds fears unimaginable inside

In my mind, it shifts

In my waking its fear-induced paranoia

…is endless.

I can hear its call from the basement

Yet, every time I have the gall to try to check

I hear its voice at the door & I’m unable to answer it.

When I sleep again

Assuming it is actually asleep I am

I can see its black void staring at me

The steps that spiral down

End abruptly

A black void welcoming me instead

Some nights I swear…I hear it saying

“Step within”…

Some nights I debate doing just that

I ponder…

…what might happen if I did?

Just as I’m about to take that step

I awake

Assuming I’m awake that is.

The black void has no name

I think it an abyss

A portal to another reality.

A night ago I was sure I was going insane

But…NO!

I’m quite sure it said my name.

I remember laughing as I pinched my skin

I’m asleep…right?

Then it said my na-

*Blood soaks the rest*

It Has No Name-