Because...

Compiled the letters, then picked up the phone.

It’s been a long time, since we were on one on one.

Now you have some children, guess you cant get stoned.

Your spouse is a lawyer, I better get home.

All the liars they sacrifice their sheep to the slaughter.

You look surprised like you just discovered fire.

You said I’m dead because, said I am not the one.

I am not the one, you will leave because,

I am not the one, you will leave because,

you changed your mind, you wasted my time.

My feelings are brighter, than that of the sun.

You lost the battle; my war is yet to be won.

I may not have it, but I still know its there.

You live just to hate it, it tangles up my hair.

All the liars they sacrifice their sheep to the slaughter.

I don’t know what love is for, you live in afterglow

Well the point is this, I swear it exists!

I am not the one, you will leave because,

I am not the one, you will leave because,

you changed your mind, you wasted my time.

Here I lay back in the maple trees.

Thinking of my past and the future lacks,

that little bitter view,

of what I once called my home.

Things are better now,

things may be better now.

Well the point is this, I swear it exists!

I am not the one, you will leave because,

I am not the one, you will leave because,

you changed your mind, you wasted my time.

Remember me

Listening For That Sweet Tune-Chapter 9: The Tower of No End and The Beasts Within. Pt. 3

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Chapter 9: The Tower of No End and The Beasts Within. Pt. 2

Weight now settled in my lungs. It was hard to breathe but I was able to get up on my own. I looked around to see everyone and everything in places they were previously. My hands were still on the ground in front of me trying to support me up but it was painful. My left hand still had the rose and at this point it was the only thing separating me from the blood on the ground though my own blood was now amoung the rest. I leaned back to put all the weight on my knees and lifted my hands from off the ground. The rose was using its thorns to keep a hold of me; it hooked under my skin and gave its poisons.

I got the rest of the way up to put my weight over the railing again to help me stay standing. The movement of everyone twirling below me made me feel nauseous, like vertigo but I wasn't moving at all. Looking back to where I was originally going, I saw a couple dancing and twirling in the small pathway I was heading towards—they were not here originally. Something was different about them compared to the rest of the, things, that were within this strange place. They moved around each other as if they were liquid. They seemed to be at peace but when I started to look at the woman's dress, it was white and covered with blood—much like the rose that I carried within my hands, just some beautiful tragedy. 

I continued to follow the blood that was laid before me and the once straight trail now moved back and forth in figure eights and curves; it didn't take me long to figure out that the blood trail that was previously from the assailant I was pursuing now, turned into something else. Things changed. My mind began to wonder to other things as I continued to walk forward. My thoughts turned from finding out who has been committing various murders around me to this mysterious dancing couple. Their bodies were mixed and fixed to make one of each other. The women held onto the man tightly having nearly every part of her body touching him yet keeping their balance and grace.

This path continued on for what seemed like forever and as this couple was leading the way to whatever was waiting for me at the end I could feel a great sensation of warmth. I was most likely getting delirious but I still had a sound mind, I knew what was going on I just was curious. The Celebrated Minuet ended and everyone started to clap in appreciation for the young musicians. Since the music halted for a minute’s time the dancing couple that I was following stopped dancing and leaned over the railing to continue the applause. Several people in the rooms behind me exited and ceased what they were doing also to stand next to the railings. I looked around to see many people all around me in an applause but I couldn't quite see the musicians to I helped myself to the railing as well. 

All of the musicians respectively stood outside the gazebo while inner locking their hands and bowing repeatedly in response to the gratitude of the crowd. The musicians sat back down and talked amoungst themselves most likely what they were going to play next while everyone stood motionless looking at the musicians. There was hundreds on the ground floor now that I couldn't even see the floor anymore and everyone was waiting—something was going to happen.

A low pounding of a drum sounded behind me, I looked back immediately to see where it was but it not only was behind me but everywhere. Then other instruments sounded around me within seconds—this trios of strings were not the only musicians within this building. Within seconds everyone spoke simultaneously in a loud opera sounding tone.

'O Fortuna.' I knew the exact song they were beginning as they formed the words for it. It was a piece called Carmina Burana by Carl Orff; it was based off of a medieval poem called O Fortuna, everyone continued. 'Velut luna, statu variabilis.' Everything grew silent seconds after but a mumbling of the people continued but that became the least of my worries. Within the crowd below me I saw a man on the floor and another standing directly above him with a knife in the air. With one direct blow to the others heart the other man started shaking uncontrollably as the other continued to use the knife to cut down towards is legs and a great feeling of detest overcame my body. Everyone else then began to fight with each other as the music picked up and so did the singing.

'Egestatem, Potestatem, dissolvit ut glaciem.' The violence turned from cutting to tearing and slowly but surly the people around me began to use every object of their bodies against one another. I stood my ground to watch this happen around my feet and below me. Everything that was once a solid was being now dissolved into tiny fibers and blood—the blood trail was indiscernible now compared to the rest that now flooded the floor. I looked over to where the couple once was and they were still moving forward but no longer dancing. The man led the way while the woman had her hand tightly around his trying to keep up but it wasn’t a pace of running but something playful. Both of them still had smiles on their faces and people consumed one another at their feet.

'Status malus, vana salus, semper dissolubilis.' Everything only grew louder and more monstrous around me. People screamed in pain but also what sounded like laughter like it was the only thing that could fill the void they now had within their bodily cavity. The couple laughed with each other and confusion overcame me but the end was now sighted. At the end of this walkway lied a white metal door—though not so white anymore—but with every trip I made over the people below me it was going to take me a while; I was just grateful that none of them were targeting me at the moment. As one finished eating all they could of another they ran to other people even the ones that were still consuming to bite them in the necks and ripping out what they had of a neck. I could imagine some obscure cruel pleasure going through everyone’s mind that could only consume, a glance in their eyes was devastating to the slightest look. I could hear them tell me 'You're next.' 

'Sors salutis, et virtutis, michi nunc contraria.' Someone grabbed a hold of my leg and tried to drag me down I turned to see a man nearly without a face, his jaw hanged down from his mouth and a lone eye was all I could see. His grip was loose and with a minor shake he let go and fell down to the ground to be consumed by others. I turned to look back at the couple and they were already on the other side of the door. As the door was closing, a small glimpse inside was seen. Things looked green but not the lighting, there were plants everywhere like a botanical garden--this only increased my curiosity to pursue this further.

'Hac in hora, sine mora, corde pulsum tangite.' The song was reaching its end as the screams grew louder and the music intensified. I now was only a few feet away from the door that would end this torture that I was witnessing. 'Quod per sortem, sternit fortem, mecum omnes plangite!' The last words were being held in the air as the instruments did their finale and then it grew quiet. Only the screaming was what filled the air now much louder than before but my hand was now on the handle to which the white door was connected to.

I looked back to see everyone and all that was still lacking any wounds stood and looked at me directly with a great look of the emotion anger. I had worn out my welcome and I was no longer wanted within these walls but the last glimpse made me see something. Further in the background I saw that strange dark figure that stabbed me to what feels like a day ago. I couldn't see its eyes but I knew it was looking at me. I opened the door and walked with my back to the inside as the black figure shook back and forth more rapidly as the seconds went by. I closed the door quickly and all was silent, I leaned against the door, sat down and closed my eyes—everything was quiet now. 

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Chapter 10: The End Of Days

Remember me

The Flames Die

I can’t believe that I'm alone.

I've spent six weeks trying to get you home.

I put my head within a plastic sack,

at least that’s something that I have.

I try hard just to let it go,

a false feeling that I am whole.

I spent my time on something dumb,

I’m waiting for you to tell me wrong.

I just can’t stand that this is real.

When I was young there were better days. 

I feel I've died in every way,

I look around and there is no

Light the fire the attic inside is wrong.

I know now that I am not strong

I took a match, and lit your home,

I hope now that you're alone.

I can’t believe that I'm alive.

The city turned as I feared the sky.

No great god put his hate on me,

I guess I am just as a tragedy.

I let it go to see it fly,

'I will return' well you lied.

Its the greater days I think I'm sane,

as I sit and wait only for the rain.

I just can’t stand that this is real.

When I was young there were better days. 

I feel I've died in every way,

I look around and there is no

Light the fire the attic inside is wrong.

I know now that I am not strong

I took a match, and lit your home,

I hope now that you're alone.

Remember me

Listening For That Sweet Tune-Chapter 9: The Tower of No End and The Beasts Within. Pt. 2

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A simple breeze rolled out of the house and through the doorframe in which I stood underneath. It smelt damp and cold as if there was severe water damage throughout the house but there was no sight of anything growing. The building was fairly dark but looking through the hallway from my left to the right, light flooded through the windows and lit up everything in its path. I leaned backwards to peek my head back outside to look at those same windows on the other side but they were dark and the sun was still being blocked from the dark fog. I looked back inside to make sure I wasn't delirious but the light still flowed.

I was cautious about taking any steps inside, like my soul was going to be swept away from the many tormented ones that laid within the house but I desired to follow the blood trail, no matter what happened. With every step I took inside the boards underneath my feet screeched like the screams I heard outside—this place was old, way older than it looked. After a few steps I looked around to get a better idea of how this place was mapped out. As before, a rather large hallway was to my left and right and with a double take I noticed that there was a wooden staircase only a few feet in front of me blending in with the wooden floor and walls.

The staircase took up the majority of the room with it beginning at the opposite wall on the second story down to more than halfway of the room. On the main level—on which I was on—on either side of the staircase I could see several more hallways leading forward and away from me, as others began as the ones that were currently to the sides of me.

I was curious on how high this current building I was in could go and it only continued a few additional flights but hanging from the ceiling was an old and worn out enormous chandelier that hung right over my head. Looking for the blood trail within the dark wood, I noticed that it continued forward and up the staircase. I briskly started to move forward and up the stairs. The blood turned to my left and when I reached the second floor landing I heard a quiet mumble behind me. Turning around and looking towards I once stood I saw nothing but with the quickest and slightest blink everything started to change before my eyes.

The chandelier began to light up as doors and windows opened to show the outside.  As the room lit up greatly a night sky came over and outside of the house. Lamps turned on lighting the sidewalks and roads outside and a flock of people was approaching the house. People appeared in the room in front of me, talking and dancing and heading towards the hallways that were beneath me. I turned around to see that the second floor wrapped around what seemed to be an outside ballroom that continued to what seemed forever. I took a few steps forward to reach the railings to look over into the ballroom and with no surprise I saw ballroom dancing. 

Cherry blossom trees laid in all four corners of the room as little pools of water surrounded them. A gazebo was in the exact center of the room having strings of lights and ribbons tied up from the top of it up to the roofs and railings above and around me—it felt like I was standing in the midst of the stars of our universe. Several people stood in the gazebo with instruments playing—to what I could figure to be—to what many people call 'The Celebrated Minuet' originally written by Luigi Boccherini. It reverberated throughout the airwaves and tingles went down my spine. I looked back down to the floor to see that the blood that once was just compiled of a few drops was now pouring out like no other.

It continued to my left and forward along the ballroom that was before me. As I looked down the length of the ballroom I continued to heighten my gaze to notice that the tower that stood behind the building was now fairly close, in fact it looked like it started when the ballroom ended. Looking up to the tower, it still looked like there would be no end to it—even without the fog. I knew that this was going to be the exact place where the blood trail would go. A notch grew within my stomach, I felt sick to the single thought of it but I knew that if I wanted to get all my questions answered, I would have to go through hell and back.

The grip I had on the rose tightened up and the thorns pushed their way further into my skin. My hand was growing increasingly numb by this but something inside of me told me that this had to be done. I started to follow the blood trail even further and with every drop it grew more and more. Eventually it reached the point to when it turned into puddles and it started to flow under the railings and to the floor beneath me. A shortness of breath overcame me and before I knew it I fell down to my knees. It was that loud screech that I have heard a few times before and as I placed my palms down in front of me to support myself up I nearly slipped on the pools of blood. I looked up and around me to realize that everything started to dim again but the people stayed within their tracks. Everyone around me started to turn to the many shades of grey to make it look like I was in some old vintage movie however I was sure that I wasn't. 

People started to walk and stand around me with grim smiles. Everyone had some odd look in their own eyes and as everything darkened around me, so did their eyes. All those eyes that were staring down at me were consumed by a never-ending darkness—I would find this very miraculous if it wasn't me that was in the middle. I started to yell in agony as the screech became even more unbearable to my ears and before I knew it, everything started to brighten up again and everything went back to what it was previously. Everyone began to back away from me and continued to do what they did previously, whether it be dancing or even socializing. Everyone acted like nothing had happened and continued their lives as I was on my knees over a pool of blood.

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Chapter 9: The Tower of No End and The Beasts Within. Pt. 3

Remember me

A Pariah

My days are scratching thin,

reminds me of moments when, 

I always dug a hole deep in,

my burning house, 

I once called my home.

I’ve spent countless days in grey,

I think I took some drugs enough for two.

I sat in branches of trees,

I could only think of you.

I spent the weekends in the road,

I swear the night was made of silver and coal.

I never thought I could see,

Till you had a thought of me.

Now with all this said,

a ringing in my head,

when my body hits the floor.

I remember all those days,

It was a better time. 

You fell in love with me,

I fell in the street.

I'm freaking out,

you need to shut me up. 

A pariah in the mud.

You gave my things away,

well I guess that's fine.

Just hanging on my handmade cross

In a hole under the sun.

I sit against the maple trees.

Thinking of my past 

and the future lacks,

that little bitter view,

of what I once called my home.

Now with all this said,

a ringing in my head,

when my body hits the floor.

Things are better now.

I remember all those days,

Its now a better time. 

You joined me with the dead,

petite velvet threads.

I'm freaking out,

You need to shut me up

A pariah in the mud.

A lonely town where I was born.

They granted me with a crown of thorns.

Countless days, people tied on my back

You are a savior and I'm a hack

I guess we are all born this way.

We are all born this way

I remember all those days,

Its now a better time. 

You joined me with the dead,

petite velvet threads.

I'm freaking out, you need to shut me up.

A pariah in the mud.

Remember me