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09/28/08

We feel this thing, it scratches and it burns, deep inside the skin. It turns it in, where at the skin, it's sure to lead give way. In The end, it just begin, it never stops, you can't get away, "I am the child" it said in my dream, this awefull creature of whome we had seamed. It threatened to undo us, but in the end the shadows proved more powerful. What for speak in shame? And all these try again. I hates it and I craves it for all the things that sang. It twitches for my limbs, and sets them in a spin, for tapps against the inside of my skull, yet does not take it's full toll. It hates, and I hate, for it is a part of me, and yet it is seperate from me. I crave for darkness once again, but find them in a spin-it won't let me begin-which ruptures all my mind, and twists my essence like a wet washclothe. Still I only find-I find I find I find!- Still I only find, where leave for what behind.
Left Behind...
But the Darkness then ensues, and drinks you up within it, and erases way your mind, and wraps you in the sow, and then you loose the glow, and gain such things to know. And what of rambles you can't grasp? That I can't grasp, I fail to rasp, out loud. But bleeds on the screen, bleeds for the papper. This is a part of me you could never ecept trully, for it is ever changing, ever the same, yet always lame-in it's ability to feel. It does not feel human, it is primal like a rage. It devoures the meet from bone, and bares bloody theeth when walked upon, and yet it laughs a human laugh, and speeks in hissing voice. It needs an outlet, and yet still it is not satisfied.Is there any reason for the modual? For the treason that is reason never seems enough, it never gives enough. Still you stupid creatures lung-head over cliff drop for a splat. and we laugh. And we cry. still tears dun dry-dry of the earth. and then it gives birth. To slap the infant wanders, and still it fails to see, the dream-THE DREAM! In an aweful seem it revels for the scene where only than and than, then takes you by the hand-licks the wounds can (clean), still the pain stands, and it squirms against the pain, but it can't make it stop, can't squirm enough to make it stop. These things which no one sees-no one sees but me. And yet they do. I like it in the dream-but not for out the lean. in this distant ream we seem to find our way, just to loose the day-pigit and sway-all for a way. STAY! can't trace it, eeembrace it. laces and wires, strings take you higher-music in stars. We monsters like places, where everyone goes, but no body knows, we are There. And yet we watch. We have this desire to ruin the system-to run away-but still we stay-we don't want to end up like the others. Fear is a powerful thing-a powerful tool-and still you lack controll. Never controll-and it's frightening to think-and frightening to risk dreams-to risk anything they can take away from you. The wheels turn on the hospital bed as it rolls down the hall. No one watches it, no one's there. It slows and comes to a stop just before the stairs. It is still...and then it justs foward the last bit, tumbles down the stairs, and all you can see is a single hand outstreatched from the push, and a single sharp-toothed grin. It's all you see, it waits for dreams, and poisons things, to taste the cream-of such a crop as humanity.
and they hunt themselves-the humans do- they destroy one another to see what they do. And they blame it on demons, on monsters they do, but the monsters only smile their amused smiles.
And Say Nothing.
They don't have to, there's nothing you can do. There's nothing they can do. It's human nature, and they simply give the smallest push. that's all it takes, is the smallest push. and we topple over like weathered things. And I sit amongst their ranks-human though I be, for they have clawled inside of me, to repare the damage done. And it works to a sum, and we change to them, and we are theirs, and they are ours, the darkness that governs us. It will except those who enter with intentions true. Who do not fear, but are trully lost, trully wander, trully hurt, and it will ease the pain for as long as you can stand. It changes you, but you don't mind, for before you were nothing-nothing but pain-or nothing at all. Now you are something - of a different breed, but you were always called that before anyway.
To sit amongst them, my familly of famillies, the things you can not see, for you don't know how or care to look, and we simply grin our toothy grins, and watch you humans with amusement, ony providing the smallest push here and there...