Listening For That Sweet Tune-Chapter 18: It Feels Like Ecstasy, It Tastes Like Blood

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Chapter 17: When The Thought Arises

It tasted so sweet it tasted like heaven; it tasted so sweet it tasted like heaven. The record is skipping, my life is skipping, it feels like bugs are crawling underneath my skin and biting at my insides. I rub at my arms hoping that whatever is underneath wont be the death of me. My body feels healed, I feel so fine, the records still skipping. I breathe in and I can smell the dampness in the air—its soaking wet, I am soaking wet. If it was any lighter in here I could look around and just see the air to be some fine red. 

Left leg pierced with wood, a key was in my leg, my right hand was stabbed, a crescent like figure from a necklace was inside my palm, my right arm—my shoulder really—had a piece of glass inside of it. Battle wounds that have happened to me to what feels like a few hours but I am sure it has been longer than that. I reached into my pockets after the previous thought just to make sure I still had the objects that have created my soon to be scars. I should be screaming in pain right now but its like someone has chewed out my own throat, I have not screamed and I felt no pain at the moment. I should not be able to walk but here I am with no limp in my steps anymore, the only thing that I could complain about right now was that I have a headache. 

Its still skipping, playing the same three seconds over and over—I’m still skipping. I closed my eyes and then I raised my right hand using my thumb and index finger to rub my eyes up to my nose, a great pain was throbbing in my head. As soon as I opened them up again I felt a great rage inside of me and I instantly started turning tables over with such a big anger inside of me—I had to stop that sound, that infernal sound. After thrashing and looking around for several minutes I finally used my head and listened to where the Gregorian chants were coming from and then I soon realized that it wasn't even coming from this room. It sounded like it was right next to me right next to the wall I was standing by but it wasn't. It didn't even have a muffled sound but it was somewhere else.

Before I left the room I went back to my diseased visitor. During the struggle I noticed that he had a handkerchief in his back pocket, I reached down and grabbed it. I then walked back into the hallway, heading further down it getting me closer to the window at the end of the hall and there was another door to my left and a set of French doors to my right. The sound was coming my left so I headed towards that door. I used the handkerchief to clean off my face with all the blood surrounding my lips, when I looked at it afterwards it was just filthy with another mans blood. I then wrapped the handkerchief around the piece of glass that was penetrating out of my right lower shoulder—closer to my armpit now—and ripped it out as fast as I could. It was a clean fix, nothing broke in my arm, no cuts were put on my hands—it felt like a picnic. 

I kept the handkerchief though as I threw the glass out of my hands, my other wounds--especially my arm--were still bleeding. Instantly I swung open the door to my left and before I knew it something swung back and hit me—it was just swinging back and forth. I took a few steps back—being surprised a little—to get a full glimpse on what just hit me. It was a man—a dead man to be exact—hung by his neck right on the other side of the door. There was so much adrenaline going through my body, I didn't care, I just pushed him aside as I entered the room, like he was some curtain. Looking back and forth I noticed that several bodies were also hanged in this room, some missing arms, others eyes and so on but that sound, I had to find the sound. 

It was to my left. There was a table up against the wall, which is the same wall I heard it coming through when I was in the other room. The sound was coming from a rather large phonograph that appears to have fallen off the ledge and tipped to its side. I approached it and I took off the record to look and see if anything was written on it. On the center of the record it said 'The Prayer To The Morte'. It had no meaning to me; I was still in a mood even though the repeating sound wasn't going off anymore. I flipped the record around a few times in my two hands, I felt like destroying things so I did. I took up my foot and started to smash the phonograph then I turned around to throw the record to the other side of the room. It swung up hitting the upper part of the wall on the other side and before I knew it all the bodies that were hanging from the ceiling dropped like their ropes were cut. 

The record shattered into millions of pieces but looking at where the record hit a little white light was coming out from the wall shining brighter up to the point that it was nearly blinding me. I soon saw movement in the light and it looked as if the bodies that were on the ground were creeping closer to me. I soon couldn't see anything and even with my eyes closed the light seemed to pierce through my eyelids. I felt a tug on my leg like something was trying to get my attention and before I was able to open my eyes I lost all feeling in my limbs, I fell to the floor and I joined all the bodies in this house for a nice long rest. 

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Chapter 19: Lucid Dreams Pt. 1-It Started With One

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I Know Whats There (I Can't Do Anything Right)

My life.

Is a complication that couldn't say goodnight.

Goodnight,

Though some creatures are pressed against my side.

My life.

Like a hole to create more empty space,

I know what’s there; I know what is there.

I’m looking for the answers covered in gold.

I can’t stand another step on this world.

Try to heal my life but doctors wont let me go.

I know what’s there; I know what is there.

My soul.

Is a vacuum wanting to catch everything it holds.

My heart.

Is an object just waiting on the shelf.

I know what’s there; I know what is there.

I’m looking for the answers covered in gold.

Try to heal my life but doctors wont let me go.

I hear a great big knock right on my door.

I yell what the hell are you looking for.

Go away.

Say goodbye.

Wipe those tears.

Create a lullaby.

It’s my life

And my soul.

I yell what the hell are you looking for.

I don’t want to see who's behind my door.

Try to mess with my head, not to understand.

I know what’s there; I know what is there.

I can't do anything right.

I can't do anything right.

I can't do anything right.

I can't do anything right.

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The Child: Entry 17 (2 of 2)

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Long red tapestries with gold lettering hanged from the ceiling filling up all the corners of the worn down room. From what I could see, the room was further own and we were approaching a ledge and when Ville crouched behind the short stone wall that blocked my vision to see into the chamber further I noticed that stairs were on both sides heading left and right from where Ville was standing. I caught up with him again and I began to peek around the top of the wall to see what was happening but Ville pulled me down and whispered to me, 'Not here.' 

     He turned to head down the left set of stairs and I followed him. After a flight of stairs there was another landing while on the way down the walls to form the room were to my left and directly in front of me when the stairs hit the landing and took a turn to my right. To my right at the moment though, was the short wall blocking my view to see into the room--that’s a good and a bad thing I guess. When I reached the landing there was a fork to go two directions. One was to continue to go forward from the same direction where the original steps were going but it was now a steady straight path. While looking down there were several paths going left and right and it looked like a labyrinth. To my right was another set of stairs going down followed by another landing then heading right again. 

Right where I stood I could finally see into the room, Ville stood there in awe too. From what looked like the center of the room was two podiums. A rather small one sat closer to the center and four concrete beds facing all the cardinal directions pointing out were surrounding the podium. From what I could make out, the Delacroix's box laid on the small podium and of the four podiums, two of them had a body on them. A crowd circled around this scene and The Mother stood on something underneath her to make her stand out from the crowd. She had her arms raised and she was preaching to her fellow subjects, I couldn't make out what she was saying but Ville turned to go into the labyrinth--he obviously knew what he was doing.              

I followed Ville into the sets of hallways and he turned quickly on his second right to reach a near sprint in the direction of where The Mother was.  As we were heading down the hallway there was an opening to lead to the left parallel hallway, then to the right and it continued back and forth. I stopped for a quick second to look down the one to my right to see that this hallway did the same thing but to its right was openings to the room where everyone stood. Ville stood at an opening a little ways in front of me and he motioned to head down the one where he was so I continued down the hallway I was in previously to meet up with him. As I turned right to see him he was crouched down at one of the openings looking down into the room next to us. We were behind The Mother and to her right, 'she doesn't expect a thing.' Ville whispered to me. 'Come, you need to hear this.'

I got up behind him looking over his shoulder into the room, The Mother was shouting to the crowd with power in her voice. It looked like she was proud of all the things she does and all that she stood for but I guess I couldn't judge her just yet because I wasn't quite sure what they were. 

'...Incipe iuventus et sacrificium faceret!' She yelled. Ville turned his mouth to me but was still fixed on the ceremony.

'She just finished reciting the Solitary's Folly, from what I understand that has always been said before the events take place.' 

'What events?' I asked and he pointed towards the crowd to move my attention to see what was happening. The Mother walked through the crowd and started to talk again. 

'You are in an alley, you hear a man scream for help, you walk to him, he dies before your eyes, he is only mortal. Now you’re in a meadow, you can see and smell everything Mother Nature has given us but it is only mortal. You set fire to the field and hang the man on the tree. Now you are on a boat. A man and a woman are getting tossed by the sea. You let them stay on your boat but they are only mortal! You shoot the woman first and approach the man! You need to devour his soul. 7, 16, 6, 21, 14, she would be proud! Fire! End the mans story! Take his life to lengthen yours! She is waiting for you! Black! Blue! Become salvation! Make, her, proud!' 

She raised a knife and stabbed herself in the gut. Bending over and coughing up blood while she was walking to the two bodies that were on the beds around the box. She approached one and started to stab at it fiercely spraying blood all around to the surrounding congregation and everyone around her raised their hands to embrace what was happening.

A slow loud clicking came from the box and the gears within it started to turn and rotate, moving in every direction, then she approached the other body. Stabbing at it with more anger than the one before, stabbing the mans chest and cutting up his arms covered her with blood and her once white dress turned into dark red and it seeped into her skin. She began to yell at the sky in extreme pain and the box clicked faster then it started vibrating moving around the podium it was on. It felt like the gates of hell just opened and we were witnessing the events to end all days. 

Black roots came out from the box--as I saw before, outside with the children-- and started tracing there path through the air towards the two bodies while the box itself had a bright light coming from out of it. The clicking from the box became faster and began to float in the air while everyone around it looked like they were in pain. The bodies started twitching frantically and the two men who were previously dead woke up and started yelling even louder than everyone else in the room.

Blood started rushing back into their bodies but before I thought they were resurrecting the dead the bodies began bleeding again but not out of their previous would but out of their eyes, mouths, ears and many other locations and before I was able to blink their skin was torn off and the light from the box receded and a big flash came out blinding me and everyone else. 

When I gained my vision back everyone that was previously screaming was lying on the ground motionless. I looked towards Ville and he was lacking on the ground beginning to wake up. The bodies that were torn up still laid on their beds, bleeding everywhere but when I looked back to the center podium, the box was gone. Ville shook his head for a few seconds and looked at me to say,

'Welcome to what was once known as pure.' Then he continued to say that we needed the box in our hands while everyone was still recuperating. As he looked down towards where it was, I looked behind me and there it was, if it had eyes it would be staring right at me. It was at the end of the hall of where we just came from but it was in a new shape. Ville looked over me and saw it too, he breathed out hard and from what I could make out he said that it was taking a liking to me.          

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The Child: Entry 17 (1 of 2)

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At nighttime, the cottage had a eerie feel to it; silhouettes of strange figures shine across the floor and walls, like a congregation of many going to watch the coming events to unfold. I could hear the wind roar outside swinging a gate of some kind against the house. A steady bang, bang, bang echoed through the house. Ville took the lead in front of me while going down the hallway that leads downstairs as I was following him I could only think that I haven't ventured around the cottage at night; it truly was a different experience. All the paintings and furniture that I normally see in the daylight became torn and manipulated to things they weren't before. This place was odd; I guess it will always be that in my eyes

Ville looked cautiously down the stairs to make sure no one was at the bottom and after he took a double take he turned to wave to me. I could only see him out of the corner of my eye but I knew very well on what he wanted but I was transfixed on everything that was inside the cottage and especially what I was seeing out side the window in front of me.  

Children were playing in the mist of the dark, running in circles, holding hands, dancing around this dark like spire. The spire had a dark aura coming from it, like it was growing roots into the air, infecting anything it surrounds. The children had no care in the world; they didn't know what they were dancing around. 

An infesting darkness filled soul while I was watched everything happen. It looked as if the darkness filled the children's souls too. They became lethargic as the time went by and the roots of darkness coming from the spire wrapped around all the children and they just stood there looking up at the spire as if it was their wise father. They became indoctrinated and they followed everything that they were being told. 

I looked out to the trees behind them where the orchid laid and the trees thrashed around like someone was shaking them to tear them down. Leaves fell and swirled around in the wind flying back and forth then floating off the off the cliff--their own suicide. Everything I saw became progressively worse then I finally understood what Ville told me earlier. Something was happening and we need to be there as it happened so I turned to look at him and he looked as if he was moving in slow motion. He was still in the middle of the wave that he motioned to me earlier. When he got my attention everything started to move fast again and the first thing I heard when coming back to Earth was the sound of the gate I heard previously banging against the house, creating some spooky backdrop to my life. I got close to Ville and he whispered to me.

'Ok. When we get down the stairs we will approach the cells in Solitary, as you well know the first cell you see will be the one you were in. From there we need to take a left down the hallway all the way to the end, that is where we will see a large chamber, that is where we are going.'

'Are you sure that this is where they are?' I asked.

'Yes.' He spoke confidently 'I am very sure that this is where they are. There are things that you are going to see Emery, things that will be uncomforting and barbaric. Just try your hardest not to make a noise to what you see. It is very important that we do this unnoticed. I will lead the way.' I nodded and he descended down the stairs, quietly and rather slowly. 

I guess I don't know the importance of what is happening and what will be because I did not quite understand why this was so crucial. Every step creaked as we descended and I could only wince at every step like it would be the last step of my natural born life but they weren't. We reached the bottom and the hallway to my previous cell looked unfamiliar than it had in the past. Candles lit the passageways and flower pedals filled the path of where we were supposed to go but a trail of blood exposed itself too. Several blood drops laid on the pedals and the cold concrete along the whole path that we were going. I gulped; it was the only sound I heard down here so far. In fact, it was so loud Ville turned around to look at me in surprise figuring that someone was behind us but when he noticed it was me the whole time he became less tense and continued on.

We started to head down the hallway and looking at the end of it, it will be a tense few minutes. As Ville's pace grew faster he steeped lower to the ground, bending his knees to nearly a crouch. I tried to do the same thing but my knees couldn't handle it so I followed him leaning forward thinking that it was going to help--the only thing it helped was it made me feel more sneaky. After several more steps from Ville he reached to his side and he took out a small knife having nearly no hilt but a rather skinny long blade. He hid it behind his back holding it like he was ready to stab down at someone but he had it turned up towards his back. I became more scared because I had no idea what to expect, in fact I wasn't even prepared for a battle of any kind.

A scream came from the cell to my right and I jumped in surprise but that wasn't the only scream. One scream of anguish turned to another and another, then thrashing and banging followed. These people were being tortured but I did not know why or how but I knew it was sick, I could only hope that the man I saw when I was in my cell wasn't the average look of everyone here, if so I could only feel a great pity inside of me. Hands from under the doors came out reaching for anything that they could grasp but in the condition of their hands, I was surprised that they were still using them. 

I truly was walking into the light of a greater doom that surrounded me. I thought this family was pure and true but seeing these dark secrets around me I could only feel that this so called 'Family' was the root of all evil. The prisoner’s hands were torn up. They had cuts all over them and some looked as if the skin was peeled off of them. The worst was seeing no fingernails on several of the hands; Blood came out of the fingertips and the hands were just reaching for something that could just ease the pain. Im not really sure if I would rather have this to happen to my hands or just have them cut off so I could never feel another pain on my fingers. From what seemed like a fog of war lifted and I could see into the chamber that we were heading to. 

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Somewhere In The Dark

These people,

are killing.

Devils,

spawn out of dirt.

You now,

are some forbidden taste.

Can you leave now?

I have no worth.

You told me then that you were feeling hurt.

I’m sleeping now while you take off your shirt

You said you wanted something like a paradise.

Your feelings are brighter than sunshine.

I’m stuck in a trench. 

Living with your afterglow.

Somewhere in the dark.

Cut it to pieces but I can’t let it go.

I can feel it reach right in my soul.

It exists and I feel it.

Your bright afterglow.

Somewhere in the dark.

I am waiting,

you make this happen.

I’m hanging,

from rusty chains.

I never

really understood what love was for.

I might not have it,

but I know its there

You told me then that you were feeling hurt.

I’m sleeping now while you take off your shirt

You said you wanted something like a paradise.

Your feelings are brighter than sunshine.

I’m stuck in a trench. 

Living with your afterglow.

Somewhere in the dark.

Cut it to pieces but I can’t let it go.

I can feel it reach right in my soul.

It exists and I feel it.

Your bright afterglow.

Somewhere in the dark.

Remember me