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
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…
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
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!
Everyone who is familiar with what happened that October
…They know the story naturally…
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 Grows Beneath Them-