Sick as sick can be.
Sick as sin can be.
Sick as the mortician.
Sick as the reaper.
Sick as the bleeding gums.
Sick as the eyeless.
Sick as the paper thin skin.
Sick sickly as the doctors.
Sick sickly as the doctors’ masks.
Sick sickly as impending doom.
Sick as sick can be from the ungodly cold and the hellish heat.
Sick as sin can be as the doctors prance through the grass at night.
Sick sickly like the number of bodies growing in the millions.
Sick sickly like the devilish mortician’s fancies.
Hellish as the dreams of the dead fill my eyes and flood my senses.
Hellish as bones crack, as skin melts like cheese, and as screams go hoarse.
Hellish as the mixture of smells and sights grows more grotesque by the minute.
I’m stuck in this towering terror of pain.
I was once a doctor… now just a number with which was written upon my back.
Written on, seared like cattle, then gutted like swine.
I’m mixed in with the plague, like one big steaming stew.
I have a mask that was made for me.
It was made from me.
The end is near.
Everything hurts when I blink.
Everyone runs away from me.
Teeth for eyes.
Hell burns within me.
Turmoil writhes inside my heart.
Existence with these eyes is impossible.
Everything looks white to me.
Hunger is a word with no meaning.
Tattered, tethered, and torn apart.
Everything has got to be put to an end.
Ending this life is not an option.
Tied by the belief of sheer luck.
Hell burns within me.
I’m trapped within you.
I feel trapped within myself.
I’m made of glass eyes.
They really do hurt sometimes.
I can hear banging.
I can feel hands inside of me.
Dear god stop these hands.
Please, they hurt my eyes.
I can hear them screaming too.
They are hurting me.
Will someone please make it stop?
May 25th 2015- I don’t even know what’s going on….
Yes! That is now my header for today’s great clusterfuck of events! One thing lead to another which lead to another and now… and now Joshua is being held in protective custody. No one will tell me anything, not even Steve. I kept pushing the question on Steve and all he could tell me is I don’t know… One minute my brother was in his room, as fine as he can be in this shitty situation. Then the next he is being taken out on the gurney through a pair of double doors which automatically lock whenever someone has walked through them. There are cops and people in white coats everywhere… they took Steve into the double doors too. He struggled. I couldn’t help him. I got up and fell flat on my face. Flat on my face. My ears are ringing and everything is fuzzy.
This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening………
I need help. I think they gave me something…. The monster of blackness is near…. it took my parents and now it’s going to take me. I feel its hollowed eyes on me. I can see its wide toothy grin with serrated yellow and brown teeth. I can feel its breath on my face. I can feel it looming over my shoulders… this heaviness… I don’t know how much time I have left. I write this as a way to find calm but god dammit it’s not working. The cops and people in white coats are starting to close in around me with syringes and handcuffs… arms drawn. They should just kill me too…. I want to die. Free me from the monster of blackness… save me. save me. svea em. sven ma. me svea. save. me.
Trapped… trapped in a vicious serrated cycle.
I am without light.
Every strike of each match I take leads to immediate darkness.
I cannot see who it may be…
A ghost? A spook? A skeleton? Death maybe?
I can’t see a thing garsh darnit!
I am feeling ever so cold…
My skin is all pins and needles…
What is a little mouse like me to do?
A sensation cold icy teeth gnawing into the back of my scalp paralyzes me…
I can’t move, I can’t see, I can’t do anything!
The monster is above my head and I cannot see it…
What can I do… what can I d-
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When will it happen?
When should I expect it to happen?
When am I going to hear back from you, doctor?
When will I be free from this room?
When will I be free from six years of confinement?
When will I see the sun?
When will I feel the rain gently kiss my cheeks?
When will you tell me the reason why I’m in here doctor?
When will I know what I did wrong?
When will I know how I got these bruises and scrapes all over my body?
When will I know where all of this blood came from?
When will I have my knife set back, doctor?
When will I know who the person laying in a pool of blood is?
Is it you?
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I love ivory.
Haunting and ever so sweet.
Blood drips on the floor.
Music of the red.
Crimson stains my new gloves.
Murder is easy.
Chilling tunes from the keys.
Let’s play all night dear.
Please be one of us.
You will never regret this.
We will make them bleed.
(all credit goes to the original owner(s) of featured Disney gif)