Entry 373: I Can Hear Screaming

I awoke this morning

It was not quite the same

I could not remember who I was

Those I asked

Told me I have no name

I searched a city

For which I had no memory

I walked from door to door

Many were locked

The ones that opened

I wish did not

Running & running

I kept on

Looking for who I was

Gaining nothing at first,

I became lost…

The city whispered

The city laughed

In its center

Stood a man

MOST MAD!

I could not see his face

He wore all black

Smiling he asked…

What brings you here kid?

I stood confused

I can no longer remember…

Do you?

A smile

A cigarette in hand

He laughed

Soon disappearing.

Now I stand in darkness

I can hear a faint toll

Somewhere underneath the city…

-I Can Hear Screaming-

 

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Entry 372: Song Of The Cellist

She plays her song late at night

She plays her strings with a smile

The rain always pouring

Upon the dead

She plays as though

She still lived…

The vivid detail in the music she creates

Summoning the memories

Of happier fates

A blissful time once lived,

Only the brightest memories

Does it create…

Walk by the old cemetery late at night

Perhaps you’ll hear her song

A warning of the coming after life…

If you do

It is said

Upon your death

You’ll be blessed

For her song

Does not just forewarn of Death

Her song,

Brings eternal peace with it

A promise of a gentle rest

No Heaven

No Hell

Only happiness…

She plays her song

Late at night

Her Cellos strings

Bringing peace to the dead…

-Song Of The Cellist-

Entry 371: Mary Scissors

Mary Scissors is missing half her face

Scissors are her world & place

A nook removed from space & time

She’ll draw you in

Then begin her chase

Slicing & dicing you slowly…

No matter where you run

How long you hide

She’ll always find you

Slowly cutting upon your body

…Each time…

Next she’ll let you run again

Let you pray as you hide from her

Finding you yet another time

She’ll take a piece of your skin

Slicing once again

The third time she’ll show you

A way out

You’ll run & run no doubt

Sadly for you though

She’ll be following the entire time…

Once you think you’re out

Close to the possible exit no doubt…

She’ll stab you again

Dragging you away to one of her play rooms

There you’ll hang from a chain

Mary will then let you wait…

Your body will feel pain

As slowly she’ll cut on you from time to time

Eventually though,

She’ll make an extended stay

One for which you’ll never truly know the date or time

It is here the real surgery will begin…

She’ll cut your lips off your face

Watch as you bleed & writhe in pain

Then she’ll cut away your eyes…

Before cutting on your skin again & again…

You’ll pray for Death

However,

She’ll ensure you are not granted such yet…

Being in her place between space & time

Means she’s the only God you’ll have,

Your body will not die till she wishes,

Even if she bleeds it dry…

In time she’ll collect your still beating heart

Put it in a special jar

She’ll curse you with a magic unknown

Trap away your soul

Making it a play thing all her own…

Cutting on it, she’ll watch it with glee

Your soul will know the pain of every cut given

Long after your body is no more

Mary Scissors will slice you piece by piece

Smiling as you bleed

Your pain is her sustenance

Your tears her drink

The blood running from you

Will appease her blissfully…

Then once no pieces are left of you

She’ll take your soul

Hang it in place

Resting on a meat hook

It is here you will experience the greatest pain

A pain you that will last longer than time itself…

You’ll scream

You’ll wail

You’ll beg

You’ll cry

All the while she’ll torture you

…Never an end in sight…

-Mary Scissors-

Entry 370: The Lady At Crossroads End

There stands a reality

With just one street

A crossroads,

It stands there as a roadway to suffering

Ever shifting

It moves from place to place

Connecting itself to those soon to fade…

Whenever there is a culling of souls soon to be had

The highway connects itself as a roadway to the damned…

It isn’t a highway that connects to a place of a common tragic disaster

It’s a highway that connects to the realities for which

Soon will no longer exist…

Places whether they realize it or not…

Are soon to cease existence…

The reasonings vary

The ends just as well

This highway is occupied by only one soul

She stands there

In the center of the crossroads

Saying a prayer for the soon to be gone

Awaiting the culling

However it is to be had…

The Lady At Crossroads End she is called

She awaits the end of the realities connected

It is never personal…

It is merely the purpose of this highway & soul

To traffic the mass casualties

Of soon destroyed worlds

Perhaps that’s selling it short

For it is not mere worlds that are destroyed

The calamities experienced by those soon to be gone

Are the end to existence itself

At the end of these roads connected…

For if it were one world

Mr. Opley or others in his profession

Would likely handle the matters at hand

But,

Though imagination cannot capture the true plight

Of reality itself ceasing to exist,

The calamity experienced before the eyes of the damned…

It should be noted

It can be quick

Or…

It could be the slowest most agonizing end…

No matter that which is at hand

She stands at the center of the crossroads

…Awaiting the end…

-The Lady At Crossroads End-

Entry 369: Decaying

The choked gurgles of life

The suffering & agony

At the end

Fighting & gasping for some air

In that old dingy school

No one cares

It’s haunted

Yeah right, I thought

Now I lay here dying

In my killers arms

Their blank stare

Sending madness into my mind

The gaunt visage

Of my demise

Their fingers caressing my body

Every so slowly

Dipping into my blood

At times,

Licking it

They stare blankly…

No remorse

I suppose I shouldn’t expect much

From a ghost…

I never listened as a kid

To warning labels

Or tales

Of caution…

I should’ve known one day it’d catch up to me

Still,

I never suspected I’d die in a puddle of my own blood

A horrific figure

Holding me…

Time goes by

I feel myself fading

Bugs begin to crawl upon my face

I feel one enter my mouth

I can no longer shut my jaw now…

A side effect of the hammer that made itself known

After I followed a sobbing sound

Hoping to help…

This was before the knife that cut me slowly

Before my tongue was cut out of me…

Before my fingernails were ripped off

Before my killer burned me…

The thousand cuts that slowly bleed me dry

Oft remind me that I’m lucky to have lived this long…

I was a photographer

Who liked to wander near deaths embrace

That’s what made my photographs special in my day…

The bug crawls down my throat

I’m quite sure I’m dead by now

Still, I feel it’s slimy body as it goes deeper still

I feel the other insects beginning to crawl over to me…

Time an eternity

The figure now gone

I’m left to rot

Bugs slowly overtaking me

I suppose I should’ve heeded the warnings about this place

Now I’m a victim

No one will ever find

As slowly I’m…

-Decaying-

Entry 368: Forgotten

I miss your touch

The way you’d kiss

I miss the taste of your lips

The warmth of you in bed

The way you kept me safe

I miss the way you showed you loved our kids

That charming smile you’d always give

A nightmare now

As I see it every time my eyes shut

A friendly reminder

I have no one anymore

You’re long gone

Though I see you breaking

Our 2 kids growing

Into delinquets

The way you drink yourself slowly to death

All the while

I can do nothing

It’s not like

I did not try

I’ve thrown beer bottles off the desk

However,

It only led

To your further madness

You seem convinced

Evil is after you

You’ve begun ignoring our kids…

Time moves on

Things fade

Our daughter died in a car wreck today

Drunk driving

She shouldn’t have been drinking at all

You never cared

After I was gone…

I know you sit in despair

But,

Part of me wonders

Why you didn’t care?

I feel a darkness taking hold of my soul

I’m trapped here

Watching you all slowly grow old

Time moves on

Further still

Our son killed himself

You didn’t even go to the funeral!

The rest of the family

Had to pay the expense

You on the other hand

Sat in the dark

…Drinking…

You’re a shell

Of your former self

Giving care to no one else

Where was the man who gave us kids?

The smile that would never leave those lips?

The one, I fell for long ago

I hurt as I realize

He is no more…

You’re a shell of yourself

Something I don’t even truly know

You are no longer the man

I loved before…

I feel my tears turn to rage

YOU LET OUR KIDS DIE YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!!!

No…

I can’t become that soul

It never ends well

However,

The darkness festers each day

Every night, I hear the voices growing

They tell me to kill you

I don’t entirely disagree

But,

To do so…

Would damn me for eternity…

I must watch you slowly wither away

Watch you kill yourself

Like our kids

More & more…

*tears up*

…Everyday…

The pain were I still to have a heart would be too much

*Cries*

Except now it’s worse!

I feel that pain in my soul

My ghost shaking without control

Still…

As the days & nights go by

I continue to hear them louder now!

Kill him

Tear him APART!

He deserves a brutal death now.

I tried to shut them up

However,

Now…

I feel myself agreeing with them.

As you walk into the shower

I think of ways I could end it for you

Lately,

I’ve been seeing a woman’s face

It’s a tad blurry

But,

She wears a black dress

Standing just out of sight

I feel a darkness

Surrounding her…

As you go to sleep each night

My once sweet husband

I stand over you

Imagining I’m standing over your grave

All the while

The voices speak to me…

I’ve imagined how I’ll kill you

Yet,

The part that still loves you

Continues to resist this…

I saw the woman in the black dress again today

Her face covered in shadow

I sensed her smiling at me…

The voices shriek when she is around

I feel my rage growing now!

So it is

11 at night rolls around

Just another night

Where I watch you sleeping now…

I let you get real cozy

Deep in the nightmares within

It is then I trap you

In a house

The use for which

I have yet to understand yet…

It just feels right

To trap your soul

Just before I take your life…

You do not wake

As I begin to tear off your flesh

The screams of your soul

Tell me you feel everything

Ripping the heart from your chest

I see a flash

Of the house you stay in now

Your screaming

In agony & pain

Then I see her face

Standing just behind your pain

The woman in the black dress

Then the house falls into darkness

All disappears!

I can’t sense you

I’m left in your blood

Your entrails on full display

The horror of what I’ve done

Has overtaken me now!

I feel my tears burst out!

As the happy memories of what we once were

Flood within my mind…

I’ve killed you

Trapped you away

I’m now left here alone…

In agony

Played like a fool

I’m to spend an eternity

Alone here

No sounds of my once sweet kids feet

No memories of your once happy smile…

I sit here alone

Forever now

A sad ghost…

Losing all I hold dear

Rotting away

But,

Most painful of all

Is the fact

I have no one

I’m to sit here

Forever more…

-Forgotten-

Entry 367: Mr. Opley

For all the darkness & despair

Within Black Winters homes

There walks a traveling man

For which has well renown

They call him Mr. Opley

A kinder soul you will not meet

Giving candy to children

Roses to the family of the deceased

The man well dressed

In his all black suit

He can always be found

Just in time to soothe

With a smile & a shake

He’ll take all your problems away

He’s always there in times of mourning…

Usually he arrives just before as well

Wherever he senses he is needed most dear

He’ll tell you stories of 2 great wars

Of a world for which everything changed

The moment a great mushroom erupted into the sky

Forever changing everything

In two calamities forever remembered world wide…

He speaks of times when all people knew

Were diseases & war

Plagues long since no more…

Sometimes he’ll speak still

Of a woman well known within Black Winter

One who stood strong in the sight of horrors most profound

Sacrificing herself

To take a certain Clock Tower down…

If you happen to see him

You could ask him still

About the infinite realities he’s walked through…

For wherever a reality lay

Mr. Opley will say

There is always a need for my associates & I

We walk endlessly

Helping those in times most trying

Some with kiss 

I with a shake

Soon after taking all of a souls troubles away

Leading them to what is next

Before moving on

To continue our service…

With a wink he continues to walk on

Such is the man of mystery

They call…

-Mr. Opley-