Ah yes good
You're right on time
Please, through the double doors
Now for the main event.
A boy in his bed was sleeping
he slept throughout the night.
Until the door to his closet crumbled like ash
Exposing the pitch black darkness of his fears
For more than anything for it to not happen again.
This happened too often
And he wanted it to stop
But it wouldn't
The stuff toys on his shelf gaped their mouths open in terror as saliva dripped from the ceiling
The walls inhaled
A woman moaned from the depths of the closet
The boy wouldn't look
The air in the room fell hot and humid
Arms with massive hands crawled from underneath his bed
Trying to take the boy away.
He struggled to fight them off until a loud noise was heard in the closet
The assaulting hands stopped and retreated
From they darkened closet emerged a man covered in black oil.
He walked out
He had no eyes
He walked up to the boy
He grabbed the boy and dragged him through the closet
The boy was scared
He didn't want to go
He was forced
In the darkness he felt the return of the hands
They touched him
He didn't want them too
But they did
The boy cried and screamed
But the hands covered his mouth
The boy's mind retreated to a place of relief and comfort.
He laid on a wide grassy meadow atop of rolling hills
His lovely, caring mother laid next to him
It was the way he remembered her before she passed.
She laid next to him
His favorite teddy bear, Johann nestled between them
The valley below sang to them the echoed phrases of Schubert's Ave Maria
Played on the mother's record player
The twilight of the scene eased the boy.
But the nightmares would return
The snakes and spiders
The worms and roaches
The clown with three faces: laughing, crying, screaming
The boy recalled all of this, all of these terrors
in the midst of adulthood
Where the boy becomes a man
The nights are the same
The halls of his mind stretch to ceiling-less masses.
Portraits of noir faces looking into his dark, encircled eyes
Blood oozing from underneath the frames
The eight foot tall man in a body suite of leather with no face
The woman crawling on the ground with eight legs and
Hands where her eyes should be
The pile of decapitated dolls rapidly performing an **** of devilish coitus
The limb less girl with maggots crawling out of her exposed ***.
The sleepless nights
The screaming nights
The tears shed
The blood drawn
The boy that became a man
A man who is still a boy
From his deepest fears
The boy that was touched and taken
The man that was touched and brought back
The evil that was endured
The evil that was served
No song is sung
No music is played
No painting is painted
No paradise is found
Lost is he and so are you
Less so than him
But more free are you
Than the boy
Who claims to be a man
The man who was once a boy
For all men were once boys
All plants were once seeds
All death was once life
All that were forgotten
Say be remembered
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