a reply to: YouSir
This city, caressed so lovingly by the hand of the reaper. Flee strength like a watery stool as he dropped in shock to his knees, shards biting at his
flesh. Despair, in the smirking mouth of a human skull, suckling at his flesh. He looked more closely at the ground beneath him. No ground, not ground
but bodies. Bodies protruding at odd angles like human jackstraws heaped there uncaring, by some crooked childish hand.
Death uncounted, mimicking the shape, miming the depraved sprawl of perversity. Faces thrust forward as if in final verbal appeal. Arms, fleshed and
without, bare and warding like misshapen, leafless trees. He stood upon a mound of the dead, a monument to death, forgotten. Dementia, in the mewling
cries of the damned burst fresh upon his mind. He raised his fists to press against his ears, trying in desperation to block them out.
“Their torment, oh misery please, I can’t contain this agony”, he wailed, and wailed on. The anguish smashed his feeble barriers and twisted, a
glaring, thrashing hook, deep into the essence of his self. There it took on a queasy form and voice all it’s own. A wheezing breathy lisp of
drawing, an echoing summons.
“Come, Jedidiah,...you musst go,...musst, musst go, go, go,...you mussst go!”
“Come back to usss, come home Jedidiah, you musst go!”
“Who are you, are you, are you...why can’t I see, see, what do you mean, mean, mean?”
“You mussst go!”
“Where am I, am I. why can’t I see you, see you, what do you mean, mean...what do you mean I must go, go. Go where?”
“You musst come home to usss, you musst go!”
He threw back his head and gave vent to insanities direst peal.
Now that wasn't so bad...................right...?
chapter one and done...
edit on 9-6-2015 by YouSir because: again with the paragraphs...