The Mirror Well - Part I

Carol brushed her dark crimson behind her shoulder to prevent it from falling in front of her face as she peered down into the river. She was sitting on the edge of a stone bridge. The bridge was old and dirty, and no one ever came to use it. The road that once went over the bridge became shrouded by forest and vines began to grow through the bricks.

This specific moment was rather peculiar for her. The day was dark and dreary, as usual for her. The sky was grey and rain was scattering throughout every inch of the earth. Yet the spot she was sitting in was sunny. She saw the water sparkling then looked up at the sky to confirm that the sun was indeed out. Next, she rolled up the sleeve of her left arm and examined the scars on her wrist in this new light. She sighed and rolled the sleeve back down, peering off into the gray distance.

"Don't do it." Immediately the voice of Dave, her dead childhood friend came into her head. She always had been infatuated with him but never told him. Ever since he died she obsessively thought about what he would think of her actions. The obsession eventually lead to him being a voice in her head.

Her face sunk more so than before as she remembered the photo displayed on his coffin at the funeral. He was smiling, happy as ever. Positive as ever. She always envied him and wondered how he did it. He had been through much more than she had. He was part of the witness protection program, and she had never been told what he had witnessed. The times they were alone and she desperately tried to get it out of him, she was often beaten to the point of bleeding. A less frequent, but not uncommon occurrence was him vomiting uncontrollably and tearing his own skin off, usually the back of his hands. He would always scream the same unintelligible words, which always appeared to be coming from the mouth of a young child. She sighed and remembered to trust him, as she turned around and set off walking off of the bridge.

As she stared off at the endless circle of trees she felt comfortable. She rubbed the new cluster of bruises on her right shoulder that her boyfriend had given to her earlier that day. He failed another test, and he had no money to buy weed. She felt her right pocket, remembering that she had some salvia, and her pipe. She reached into left jacket pocket and removed her lighter.

Music

Adagio - Archangels In Black (yes, the entire album)
Desiderii Marginis - Deadbeat (the entire album)

Raven

If a raven's eye caught my hand and knew
If it could know what I was about
If it could see the shadows
Would it peck the flesh off of my bones?

Is the raven's eye that of the accuser?

Then why raven do you sit so still?
Speak you vile crow!

Like a monster it steals the moonlight
Its beak forms a perfect smile of the darkest knowledge

It knows
It knows
It knows

Scream raven!
Crow at the moon and bring me the secrets!
Scream if it means me death!

Oh, but now raven I see you too
I look through your hollow bones
I see your thoughts
Those blue wisps pulsating away at the red fragments of my interruption

Your eyes that thieve the moon of its splendor
I now possess them within my veins
I have your knowledge on top of my curling tongue

Whisper raven
Whisper your secrets to me
They are not lost upon my spirit

Untitled

Time is the slowest moving thread from the needle by my eye
The gate of teeth and chains closes before my soul
It will not open
The teeth won't turn to flowers
The chains won't turn to vines
My blood won't become wine

But the gate opens when it hears her footsteps
The touch of her hand erases my claws
The touch of her lips removes my fangs
My gate is now a doorway
The chains are now vines bearing sweet grapes
The blood is now wine that we drink
We celebrate

Inside the gate is a garden
The stairs of the words we speak lead to the fountain
Of my soul
Her soul

Mine - Part 1 of a Story

It's beautiful down there. The streets are clean and the business of my dwellers is winding down. I make a trip across the sky, with the sun frozen near a complete sunset, to watch upon my creations.

The peaceful lack of light is wonderful, but it is not too dark. I have my eye on a girl who is walking home innocently through the park. There is a spring in her every step. She has the most wonderful life in the world. Her lips form the greatest smile to herself. I look at her beautiful face and admire my creation. Her figure is absolutely perfect down to the last detail. She is only seventeen years of age but looks very mature. Her brown curly hair perfectly compliments her beautiful white skin and eyeless face. She has not a trait in her that can be turned ugly and monstrous.

I sense an odd disturbance by the trees. It is something moving hidden like a rat, and strike unexpectedly, like other. It comes out. Three tall men. Black skin. A very intimidating appearance. They focus their ugly eyeless faces on her and make a dash at her. She can't get away, but she tries. Her entire day becomes reversed. The magnitude of her happiness has now turned to fear and sadness.

The men grab her and tear through her clothes without wasting a moment. Their disgusting naked bodies hold her while she tries to break free. Two of them have her still on the ground while the third attempts to defile her immaculate body with his own putridity.

I can't have this.

I appear behind him and my mechanical hands with thin metal fingers dig into his back. My needle-tipped fingers dig through his flesh and leave him unable to fight back out of pain. My body turns black and soft like a shadow. I retain the sharpness of my talons and my teeth grow to form a deathtrap of fangs. I can fight back this time. The first I rip into pieces, his flesh evaporates off of the ground and forms sickly black clouds of impurity. The other two still do not leave. I reach my long over and grab the first and get a good grip on his shoulder. He is bleeding and I tear his arm off.

"This is mine! Mine!" I yelled. The third ran, escaping into my world, where it would multiply again.

I couldn't win again.

Music

Skinny Puppy - Rash Reflection
Skinny Puppy - Nature's Revenge
Unexpect - Constellation and Mysticism

Juice

While stopping at a gas station in Colombia me, my sister, my mother, and my aunt had an encounter with a young boy selling juice to support his family. Seeing poverty like this had got me thinking for a while. This differs from those commercials of an old man holding up a little girl in a dirty little place filled with huts.

He looks apathetic
As if this is a routine
It seems so sick
He doesn’t seem to mind

The dirt has become a part of his face
He was born
This is his place
He holds it without scorn

No time for youth
No chance of learning
But he can return
Once all the juice has left the box

His age is not known
It is apparent his innocence is gone
He knows what I am
But will never understand
I know what he is
But I can only hope

We share an inquiring look
For the most split of seconds
Yet we break it and we are left
With only a foot placed on the bridge

A foot which we both take away
I remove it out of unwillingness
He removes because he can’t cross
We are both found where we started
Were we ever lost?

I am just another face
From time to time he may ponder
That he may not be to me
He may be more

But now he is touched with money
He didn’t even have to sell anything
He knows what matters
Yet he knows not I’m touched with memory
Yet none of this matters
Once all the juice has left the box

I Am

Sonic calm
An engine roaring
Mind becomes body
Body loses place

Colors in a tunnel
Body in a dream
Tunnel losing time
Radioactive robotic scream

I see numbers
I see squares
I see shapes
I see preanimation

I am
I am
I am mechanism
Given life

Assemble at my command
Disassemble at my will
Shape and motion I will create
I think the thought
And I animate

Let there be light!
Let there be shadows!
Let there be life!
Let there be chaos!

I am

Music Listened To During This Writing

Teddy Afro - Alamin
Vision Divine - God Is Dead
Elane - Elfennacht (5.1 Surround-Mix Data Track)

Except From One Of My Stories

All for now. Will revise and finish at a later point.

The last thud of the great demon created a great cloud of dust. Tecotl stood back as he waited for his pupil Atlanela to come out. His mind began to trail off and think about the time he had sex with her. Over time he developed a lust for her, a lust that her father Tezcatlipoca surprisingly didn't mind. He thought about her smiling at him as they met. He concentrated on her innocent fourteen-year-old smile, on her beautiful red hair on her white head devoid of any impurities.

"Look." Acacuiyatl said in his booming voice.

Tecotl caught focus again and stared into the dissipating cloud. He was so busy dumbly looking for the young girl in admiration that it took him a moment to notice that a demon larger than five tanks wasn't there.

"Um, where is the demon?"

"I ate it." Atlanela said, letting that innocent smile go on Tecotl.

Tecotl smiled to conceal his annoyance.

"Tezcatlipoca, your daughter.."

"What about her?" Tezcatlipoca's voice came booming in the mind of Tecotl.

"She is growing rather disobedient."

Tecotl stared straight ahead observantly as Atlanela stretched herself.

"This is one of the greatest things that happens in this world!" Atlanela shouted, interrupting Tecotl and Tezcatlipoca's conversation.

"What kind of moment?" Acacuiyatl asked.

"Student surpassing teacher!" She shouted, whilst changing into her succubus form.

Tecotl stood for a moment and watched as her hair turned dark, her skin paler, and her body changed to a more curvaceous and seductive form. Atlanela then knelt down on one knee and stared at the ground.

"What are you doing? The demon's dead!" Tecotl shouted at her.

Atlanela looked up, revealing her seductive succubus eyes. Eyes with long and thick dark eyelashes, and a deep shade of blue revealing her present calmness.

"Tell your daughter to stop!" Tecotl screamed in his mind to Tezcatlipoca.

"She plans to kill you. I say you do the same."

"What?!"

"I'm granting you unlimited use of the mirror. If you kill her it is no problem. It just means she isn't worthy of being my daughter."

Atlanela sprouted wings and a tail and then stood up, smiling to reveal her succubus fangs.

Music Played While Writing

Dead Can Dance - Song of the Nile
Drumcorps - Incarnate
Kiuas - Of Ancient Wounds
KMFDM - WWIII
Teddy Afro - Alamin