I am the one you whisper about under your breathe. You burn candles to keep the shadows at bay--but you cannot evade me. You can't keep me out.
Not for long.
There is always a way in, a way to touch you.
You're frail. Weak-willed. I twist your dreams. Now I invade your airwaves.
"The Bandaged Man" you call me. How creative.
I am so much more than what you imagine. & I've such plans for you. For all of you.
I am the harbinger of death. Your deaths.
I am Death incarnate. I am your worst Nightmare. I am Chaos.
I am salty blood & sweet pain.
& I know your name. I know all of your names.
I have seen your fate.
I can change your destinies. If you come to me.
Don't make me find you--come to me, my sweets.
Kneel before my Red Gates. Bleed for me. & know what true freedom really is.
The time for cowardice is through.
You cannot hide from me--I see all.
About Me
- Missi Schmid
- "Do not try to bend the spoon--that's impossible. Instead, simply try to realize the Truth...THERE IS NO SPOON. Only then will you see that it is NOT the Spoon that bends...Only Yourself..." (The Matrix)
4 comments:
YOU'RE BACK!!! YAY!!!
Thanks Shawn--although I'm pretty sure you're one of three people that actually read this thing!
Your description of violence in this piece was amazing - I'm feeling jealous. Keep it up, Your words pull the reader through each chapter like a noose pulls the guilty to the floor.
Wow--hot damn! "Like a noose that pulls the guilty to the floor"--i'm not sure I deserve that much credit--but thank you.
Don't be jealous--I assure you, most of the time I'm just flying by the seat of my pants & talking out of my ass--but I'm glad someone is enjoying this stuff.
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