Field of Creepers

Fields of hay; brown, swaying in the wind, shimmering in the sun, they lay before me. They stretched for miles on end and glistened as they called out to me. They sang songs of eternal joy. They made me happy and I gazed longingly as they sang to me, they beckon me now.

They say the fields are where the creepers stay but it beckoned me with such longing.

They watched me, they could smell my desire and I could sense theirs. I walked down the hill towards the valley of hay. A stream gurgled beside me as it passed over jagged rocks, eroding them with the passage of time. Pebbles lay beside it; a testament to the brutality of the sweet sounds it made. Dogs ran about me jumping with glee with incisors the size of my fingers, big enough to rip my throat out if needed. This is an evil, fickle place. A place of eternal danger. This is where I was born and this is where I have to stay.

The Plea Of The Wretched

My heart melts it boils, explodes into oozy boils,

it smells of rabid dogs,

it shrieks likes bats in a hollow cave,

so dark so dark my heart has become,

so ugly has it turned,

don’t I see the hurt,

the anguish of those around me.

I take pleasure in hurt, cause it makes me feel privileged,

I count my blessings when I see the dead.

Lord ! Oh Lord !

What have I become?

A wretched, wretched creature.

A wretched creature am I.

Desires unkept, untamed,

unleashed like a pack of devil wolves

sent to devour

devour all in sight

No mercy I see, I breathe

the stench of the less fortunate

Fortunate I call my self

fortunate only cause

Im not dead like the rest

Lord ! Oh Lord

What Have I become?

Release me; this pestilence

Rid your world of me

Vaccum

It was a depressing day my whole life seemed like it was over. No amount of ciggarates could fill the vaccum inside me. I prayed and I smoked and prayed to kill the guilt of smoking and smoked to kill the guilt of praying while smoking until the vaccum was all that was left. It was just one of those days where because of the vaccum, you lie paralyzed on your couch and want to do nothing but watch TV cause everything else is an effort. One of those days where you need to put on an artificial face for people around and your brain whispers that this indeed is the end. The thought of committing suicide is the best idea you have ever had but even getting down to doing it is too much of an effort. Just one of those days.

So, I took my car out for a drive so that the air around me would fill the vaccum. I passed the streetlights on the highway but they didn’t seem to lighten my path. The Highway glittered like diamonds beside me but the road under me was just a black road. Vaccum was all around me. I didn’t know what to do so I floored the accelerator there was a momentary joy but that was ‘cause I knew if I kept this up I was gonna die. I smiled, I smiled a wry smile. I stuck my head out of the car but there was no wind to tussle my hair. I was doing 100 and no wind blowing my hair….. The vaccum enveloped me..