part 9

green rain falls on his dream. disparity smears itself upon his home and reality bears its ugly face. my dreamless delusion is ending and it is all becoming so clear. there is no plan or reason. there is only the constant drumming, setting me on this endless march through life after life. searching for a meaning where there is none.

the lights fall on my purple dream. a prayer is sent in a far off gleam. there is reason again i see, rag-dolls appear on the horizon as my mind meddles with my madness. Pinocio is a fairy and im his friend. the worst has yet to come and the best is over.

the man wakes up. 

post 8

His eyes opened. His mother lay before him as he was passed to her by nurses. The Blanket feels warm. Its a boy the nurse tells his mother as he slowly slips into sleep.


Darkness again, he is aware of one past and is beginning to see another, but he knows not what has happened, why is he being born again only to find a different fate? She is the reason.


The days of this youth surround him in happiness. He lives in a large house populated with dolls. they have oversized plastic smiles and bright pink hair. this is not life. this is playtime.

part 7

Once his eyes had adjusted to the darkness he looked around to find himself in a hospital room, on a bed, his arm connected to various tubes, and the woman sat beside him. She explained how he had passed out, then began to spasm. That he was in a hospital now and would get better, he didn't trust her.


But the angels had gone, his safety had disappeared. He felt alone. Trying to call out to his saviours only made him ache, not knowing what to do he surrendered himself to the bed. Engulfed in its cardboard wrappers he drifted through consciousness, hearing distant murmurs and glimpsing lucid landscapes, like no other he had seen. Then they came for him and his life stopped.




But started again.   

part 6

The memory began to blur, speeding past where fragments of speech and colour, until again something changed in him. "Don't worry" spoke one of his guardian demons, he believed it, though he did not know why. The woman who had taken him after the passing of his parents came into the room, only now did the peculiarity's begin to strike him. A smashed chair lay beside him, with two more pushed against the wall, a table overturned before the doorway in which stood the woman. Holes in the walls, beyond them only darkness. Scorch marks on the carpet around him, giving off an indiscernible yet putrid scent.

"What did you do?!" shouted the woman,  he looked around for answers yet knew nothing to give as answer to her. "I don't know who you are" he whispered in her direction, he tried to stand but was hit by a glass. "You will stay there until I call the police" the woman shouted as she ran out of the room, locking the door as she exited. But he didn't stay there, his angels motioned him towards them as they phased through the wall, seeing no option open to him, he ran at the wall where the demons had passed through and jumped. breaking through the wall and falling into darkness. 

part 5

Darkness. The memory's stopped flowing, their stream hindered by an unknown blockage. The man could feel himself rolling, air whipping at his exposed body and hair. If that was hair. The movement stopped and again resumed his sight through the eyes of a younger self. The thoughts resuming their paused terror, his guardians teeth flashing about him, their rotting feathered wings spinning glorious patterns in the lucid reality he walked through.

Safe now. Safe now. He felt himself say these words yet could not comprehend their meaning or, to whom he spoke. Was it himself speaking to comfort the world, or his fallen angels, not yet corrupted enough for hell, seeking to remedy his plight. He was alone in this physical world, waiting for the sun to come up and some government woman appear to take him away. But not in his mind, there his spirit was free under the protection of chaos.   

part 4

They never left him, those ageless demons, who followed him through the dank alleyways of the hospital. Wandering aimlessly from staircase to staircase, his  parents laying beside each-other in their last embrace, on their hospital bed. His comfort lay in visions of his parents, displayed as reflections in the eyes of his soul. Figures of light surrounded him in his weary wander, reaching to him with angelic arms, spattered with the scars of burning fire.

The boy had noone left but himself, no life structured for him by those relatives so dismissed by those who have them. Where to go. What to do. How was he going to go on living in this solitude. To this silent question one of his chaotic angels replied in its rasping tone, "with us dear one, we can protect you, feed you, make you one of our own". What could this lost soul do but agree, to fly away with this mutant hoard of angelic darkness, into the far reaches of his confused mind.

part 3

His eyes were closed. Slowly he found the courage to open them, unknowing of what his vision would reveal to him. He was in a large blue bed, puffed pillows beneath his head, all this man boy knew was that this bed was warm and comfortable.

Beginning to realize where he was, the fear of the unknown fell away. This was his bedroom from so long ago, there on the wall was his painting, on the door was the dart board he'd drawn with the bully's face in the middle. But already the nightmare of his youth returned, the last time he had been in this room, the last time it had seemed this big. His parents had died. 

part 2

The man, at least he thought he was a man, felt a warm pulse around him. He could hear distortions from the alien world outside his home, voices screaming, he could hear fast flowing water beating into something outside. Then there was movement, he could feel the velocity of the movement pulling him from side to side until it stopped.

Immeasurable pain ensued as he was squeezed out of his home and exposed to the alien world. The pain of light and air brought tears to his eyes and a cry to his voice. And then there was darkness.   

part 1

The man woke. All around him darkness rolled, as if part of some ungodly sea. In that place there was nothing, no life, no consciousness, no physical being other than him. he had no memory of his past and no idea of his future, if any such thing could happen in a place such as this.

Then began his past.