This is going to start out as a story about Not knowing if you are fully alive and awake or Still lying in bed, dead asleep.
But, we'll see where that takes us...
Opening scene
It's 2:54am. He wakes up in a fury He's covered in sweat and for some reason he's crying. But the room is so dark that He doesn't quite know where he is. I fall to the floor and scramble around for The little light under the door but it's not there and he panics, he screams out but there is no sound. Just then the floor drops down and he is standing backwards In the kitchen by the sink and the carpets stink like Burnt hair and then he feels the heat Of the devil's spawn or the devils ***** One of them and then one more They lick up his spine and burn places That he has hurt before I turn around sharply To find the clock and the time that read Could not really be real It was 3:33am Am I losing my mind? What is this Hell?
Then the walls fell and I lost everything again.
*Blood guts - Strange *** -
They need it. I need
Outside
11:34am. The man walks out of his house The two steps are now three The back porch is on the front porch There is daylight and The trees aren't there The sky is green and The grass is red I've always hated christmas.
Then suddenly, The swans appear Black and white They begin to pick the flesh From his muscles and the trees sprout out and they are crying now and the clouds are melting down Onto the ozone layer How sad this life is.
The man is still awake and in no pain Just confused on why time slipped by And brought these bats in the day instead of night He closes his eyes. . . But only for a second just to take it in and when He opens them it was nighttime again and He is alone in his front yard He looks above him. . .
The stars are more beautiful than they have ever been He drinks down the cool water of the universe and goes back inside to lay down It's 4:05am.
This time he lays on the couch in the living room. . . there is Something right about this For now at least. He closes his eyes There arises a strange smile His back begins to peel again like Those ******* ****** are back and There were strange operations and monsters moving around So violently screaming and Slashing and ripping out The better half of The man's sanity and I can't see. . .
Anything but this madness and I don't know what time it is because He can't move His eyes burst open Like water from a fall and he lies there in such terror as he Watches the hall scream down farther and farther away from him so far away that he thought briefly of his father and his mother and his sister and his lover I wanted them near me More than ever. . .
I then became weightless He knew he couldn't fight it You will never win this I know, I will never find him You won't make it out alive Well we'll just have to see in due time. . .
The demons then became anxious by this and from it they began their most Ultimate Unholy Vengeance
So the man lied there still and let them **** him Until the blood in his heart Became too fierce to stop and too hot to boil So the man lashed out With a blue vein in hand To end this horrible mashing Of the minds and To note the time It was 11:34am.
What a strange hour to stand.
Will (t)his torment ever end? Does this man even live? and then. . . I woke up I opened my eyes for real! and there was my father standing before me Gun in hand
"Let's go!" He said. . . "We can make it out of this."
*******. The woods were thick But the dive was nice We drove around and talked about old **** Good times.