Post by Angel Blake on Nov 18, 2014 21:06:01 GMT
I saw the world through the lens of a pinhole camera
I saw nothing, I was blind
In between a black hole and a super nova is where you’ll find me
Imploding and expanding simultaneously
No longer blind
Water rain down her body like so many warm little finger tips. Her frame was that of a goddess, luscious, tight, smooth. She knew she was beautiful which made here all the more dangerous.
The mirror misted over as the steam rose and drifted out the door in little curls to where he sat, his head bowed, black hair hanging over his face like a mask while his index finger traced the top of a glass. He smiled to himself, his glistening white teeth almost sparkling as he thought about taking her again, being inside of her, he felt his passion rise until something caught his eye…
The light faded from the screen…
One new message…
He suddenly found himself tempted to swipe the screen open, see who would be messaging her so late in the evening. Goosebumps rose on his arms, the hair stood on end on the back of his neck, he felt his heart beat quicken as the possibilities ran through his mind…
But there was only one possibility, wasn’t there?
He hesitated for several moments before his thumb motioned the phone unlocked. He looked at the tiny green icon, the number one next to it. He questioned why he was doing this, didn’t he trust his Goddess and her faithfulness to him?
No.
He pressed his thumb down and the message popped up, he felt his blood boil as his eyes scanned the screen. The water in the next room turned off as Ana Valentine stepped naked from the shower.
”Angel?”
She called to him lovingly as she stepped out of the bathroom. He laughed quietly to himself but felt it quickly bubbling over as the thought that either of them could love anyone but each other made him want to double over.
She saw him sitting once more in his chair, his bare chest and body rippling as if he were carved from pure granite. She noticed the half empty glass in his hand and the odd smirk on his face.
”What’s so funny?”
”All of this.”
His hand motioned haphazardly around the room.
”All of what?”
She was wet, naked but all he was really able to notice was the look on her face, the struggle to discern his mental state so as to retain control over her GOD.
”All of it. Our lives, our love. Don’t you think it’s funny?”
Slowly he rose from his chair like a king from his throne. His lips tasted the delicious amber liquid as he reached out for the face of his Goddess. She recoiled slightly, she wasn’t enjoying this game.
”Look at us. Pretending to be people behind closed doors when we both know well enough what we are.”
Her eyes became small, her body tenses.
”We put on a show for the people who watch but here and now, we are nothing, empty facsimiles of people, we drink, we fuck and we hurt the ones we claim to care about.”
”Don’t you care for me?”
She seemed full of hope, honesty, her hand danced lightly against his cheek, their naked bodies coming together for a moment as electricity seemed to buzz in the air. He looked at her for a long moment as she gazed into the endless void of his eyes, wondering what his soul must look like.
”Do you?”
Both froze, neither wishing to look weak before the other but both looked utterly destroyed in this moment, two Gods on the brink of damnation still fighting for control.
”I love you.”
She lied.
”And I love you.”
So did he.
”Come.”
She pulled at his arm, guiding him toward the bed. They both fell toward the silk covers and toward the never ending darkness…
In the corner of his eye he saw the screen glow again and so he decided if they couldn’t love each other, if they were too far gone for such a human emotion then she would at least be his.
Now and forever.
I’d been running away for so long
When I finally caught myself there wasn’t much left
The script’s last page is blank
And the medicine is gone
And there came a day when goodness died, heroes lied and all that was left was…
”Michael Laszlo.”
A poor man’s savior.
”He who will overcome. He who will defeat the undefeated. He who would be the IWF World Champion.”
A subtle laugh echoes in the darkness around you.
”He who will fail.”
The word hangs, it stings, your anger rises.
”You have chased me for months son and the only thing you have to show for all your effort are scars. Give up. Go away. Admit that you cannot contend with GOD before it is too late. You have so much to live for, so much life to live, I am tired of the empty threats and broken promises, I just want what’s best for you Michael.”
“Think of Alexis.”
“Think of her screams as you lay helpless against the ropes. Think of her eyes pleading with you to find the strength to break free and save her. Think you your failure as she suffered at my hands and you forced to give up. Think Michael, remember and know that nothing has changed.”
All you are is nothing to me.
”You are no better, no stronger, no more a hero than you were before. You are still the same impudent fool reciting the same tired clichés as you pray for me to make a mistake. But I am omnipotent, I am omnipresent, I see all outcomes, all possible futures, I know what you will do before you do, I do not make mistakes.”
“You see Michael, you continue to believe that I am just a man, a mortal like yourself who can bleed, who can die. You continue to recite the lie over and over again inside your head until you are so convinced that it is the only possible truth that and the sad fact is that deep down you know it is a lie.”
“I AM GOD!”
“You know this, you’ve seen it. You’ve looked into the unfathomable void of my soul in the midst of battle and saw my eternal spirit burning brighter than a thousand sons. You know deep down what I am, what I can do and how far you will have to go to defeat me.”
An empty void, a husk with no soul, you are but a name and nothing more.
”I’ve seen your limit, Michael, I’ve seen your blood stained nails scratch against the glass ceiling, heard your please for acknowledgment, the sad begging of a broken man at his limit.”
“You’ve lost.”
“Before you’ve even begun the battle is over. You whimpering little sod, you don’t even realize it. You think there is some epic war to be won, some final prize to justify all your hard ships but in the end all there is will be pain if you continue down this road.”
“I offered you salvation, promised you suffering, now all your GOD has for you is the opportunity to run.”
Your emptiness eclipses everything.
”RUN!”
Preprogrammed drivel.
”For there be GODS at play here boy and you are no match for our awesome power. Once you may have had the potential to rise up like Job, to take from me the life you dreamed of but now you have nothing! You have nothing but bravado and flair, even your loveless little fairy tale is an empty promise to young girls dreaming of prince charming.”
“The way you two dole over each other is so indescribably desperate, it begs for the attention of the people around you.”
“LOOK! And see how much Laszlo loves Caffrey!”
“Oh we looked, we saw. We saw you not lift a finger to help her. We saw you watch as she writhed beneath the grip of another man. We saw as your tentacles fell from between your legs as SHE SCREAMED MY NAME!”
“Tell me, does she call out to GOD to when you limply lay atop her thrusting what’s left of your manhood into her? Do you look into her sparkling eyes and see my dark visage gleaming out as she secretly yearns for more.”
“Truth be told, every woman dreams of being treated like the whore she is.”
Her screams still echo in your feeble ears.
”You fight the inevitable, Michael. Because MY championship, MY company, MY Alexis and even you, MY son all belong to me. You are servants in my kingdom and the more you fight the more you will lose.”
“And you only have one thing left that I wish to taste.”
Alexis.
”Which strangely enough brings me to Cliff Clinton, a man who seemingly has nothing to lose, everything to gain and couldn’t be further from what I’d consider a challenger worth my time.”
The name brings utter disdain to my mind.
”You are the opposite of what the Age of X stands for, a weak man with a weak mind who has lucked his way through his miserable life. One of those undesirables who have things just sort of work out for them. Which is the only way I can explain your presence in this match.”
“Luckily I will not have to worry about.”
“MY Perfect Weapon will be dispatched to rid MY ring of such vile filth, I am above contact with a specimen such as yourself. Looking at you lowers my intelligence and if I were to actually touch you, I fear I’d contract Ebola or some other horrid disease.”
Disgusting.
”You’re a derelict, a leech suckling at the spoiled milk from societies sagging teets. MY Perfect Weapon would be doing all of us tax paying citizens of America a favor by ending your miserable life before you’re able to suck away anymore of our resources into the never ending void of your grubby little fingers.”
Appalling.
”Men like you disgust me Clinton. Unable and unwilling to better your life, living beneath the shoe of society while constantly begging for our table scraps. Looking down your nose at those with the drive enough to make something of ourselves as if your poverty gave you a better perspective on life.”
“You are nothing.”
“You are not a man, for a man would have put aside his own selfish endeavors to provide for his family. A man would have let nothing get in between him and his dreams. A man wouldn’t smile at his own ineptitude.”
My Age of X has no place for you, no home, all you will find is suffering unimaginable.
”Yes, MY Perfect Weapon will lower himself to your level, he will get his hands dirty and he will see the life wringed from your body. MY Perfect Weapon will walk away still the Man of Steel Champion and he will leave you like a blood stain in the middle of the ring, waiting to be scrubbed away.”
“You will be eradicated from the IWF and then forgotten.”
“Not even dust will remain for the wind to carry you away to a better place. There is no better place for the dregs like you, no sanctuary or heaven waiting on the other side, there is nothing but cold blackness, an empty void for you to spend eternity by yourself as you relive your failures forever playing on repeat in your own mind.”
“Forgotten by the ones you love.”
“One less mouth for the rest of us to feed.”
And you will suffer.
”Good riddance.”
A sick monster, a twister of dark matter
On a heavier trip than you can comprehend
A tornado trying to mend the life it shattered
Waiting for nothing to begin
A flat line, my insides are turning out
Night had fallen like it always does and with the night comes the madness, the drinking, the illicit encounters between mother and son, brother and sister and always he’s watching.
The man.
The monster…
The boy felt the touch of his mother, the warmth of her body against his, the moistness, the sweetness. He knew it was wrong but it always felt so good, so right. Neither ever knew the eyes of the beast were watching, neither ever cared enough to look.
She left him for the evening, her smiling, sleeping Angel, his little brother Nero quietly in the bed next to him. She couldn’t help but love them, her children, no matter what happened around them.
Cold steel pressed against the back of her head, heavy, hot breathe blew against the back of her neck. Anxiety welled up inside her but also a strange calm as she the thought about the end she knew was coming.
”You fucking whore.”
She didn’t respond, there was no point to anymore. She only closed her eyes and took a deep breath as he pressed the gun ever harder against the back of her head.
”You think you can fuck around on me?”
I saw nothing, I was blind
In between a black hole and a super nova is where you’ll find me
Imploding and expanding simultaneously
No longer blind
Water rain down her body like so many warm little finger tips. Her frame was that of a goddess, luscious, tight, smooth. She knew she was beautiful which made here all the more dangerous.
The mirror misted over as the steam rose and drifted out the door in little curls to where he sat, his head bowed, black hair hanging over his face like a mask while his index finger traced the top of a glass. He smiled to himself, his glistening white teeth almost sparkling as he thought about taking her again, being inside of her, he felt his passion rise until something caught his eye…
The light faded from the screen…
One new message…
He suddenly found himself tempted to swipe the screen open, see who would be messaging her so late in the evening. Goosebumps rose on his arms, the hair stood on end on the back of his neck, he felt his heart beat quicken as the possibilities ran through his mind…
But there was only one possibility, wasn’t there?
He hesitated for several moments before his thumb motioned the phone unlocked. He looked at the tiny green icon, the number one next to it. He questioned why he was doing this, didn’t he trust his Goddess and her faithfulness to him?
No.
He pressed his thumb down and the message popped up, he felt his blood boil as his eyes scanned the screen. The water in the next room turned off as Ana Valentine stepped naked from the shower.
”Angel?”
She called to him lovingly as she stepped out of the bathroom. He laughed quietly to himself but felt it quickly bubbling over as the thought that either of them could love anyone but each other made him want to double over.
She saw him sitting once more in his chair, his bare chest and body rippling as if he were carved from pure granite. She noticed the half empty glass in his hand and the odd smirk on his face.
”What’s so funny?”
”All of this.”
His hand motioned haphazardly around the room.
”All of what?”
She was wet, naked but all he was really able to notice was the look on her face, the struggle to discern his mental state so as to retain control over her GOD.
”All of it. Our lives, our love. Don’t you think it’s funny?”
Slowly he rose from his chair like a king from his throne. His lips tasted the delicious amber liquid as he reached out for the face of his Goddess. She recoiled slightly, she wasn’t enjoying this game.
”Look at us. Pretending to be people behind closed doors when we both know well enough what we are.”
Her eyes became small, her body tenses.
”We put on a show for the people who watch but here and now, we are nothing, empty facsimiles of people, we drink, we fuck and we hurt the ones we claim to care about.”
”Don’t you care for me?”
She seemed full of hope, honesty, her hand danced lightly against his cheek, their naked bodies coming together for a moment as electricity seemed to buzz in the air. He looked at her for a long moment as she gazed into the endless void of his eyes, wondering what his soul must look like.
”Do you?”
Both froze, neither wishing to look weak before the other but both looked utterly destroyed in this moment, two Gods on the brink of damnation still fighting for control.
”I love you.”
She lied.
”And I love you.”
So did he.
”Come.”
She pulled at his arm, guiding him toward the bed. They both fell toward the silk covers and toward the never ending darkness…
In the corner of his eye he saw the screen glow again and so he decided if they couldn’t love each other, if they were too far gone for such a human emotion then she would at least be his.
Now and forever.
I’d been running away for so long
When I finally caught myself there wasn’t much left
The script’s last page is blank
And the medicine is gone
And there came a day when goodness died, heroes lied and all that was left was…
”Michael Laszlo.”
A poor man’s savior.
”He who will overcome. He who will defeat the undefeated. He who would be the IWF World Champion.”
A subtle laugh echoes in the darkness around you.
”He who will fail.”
The word hangs, it stings, your anger rises.
”You have chased me for months son and the only thing you have to show for all your effort are scars. Give up. Go away. Admit that you cannot contend with GOD before it is too late. You have so much to live for, so much life to live, I am tired of the empty threats and broken promises, I just want what’s best for you Michael.”
“Think of Alexis.”
“Think of her screams as you lay helpless against the ropes. Think of her eyes pleading with you to find the strength to break free and save her. Think you your failure as she suffered at my hands and you forced to give up. Think Michael, remember and know that nothing has changed.”
All you are is nothing to me.
”You are no better, no stronger, no more a hero than you were before. You are still the same impudent fool reciting the same tired clichés as you pray for me to make a mistake. But I am omnipotent, I am omnipresent, I see all outcomes, all possible futures, I know what you will do before you do, I do not make mistakes.”
“You see Michael, you continue to believe that I am just a man, a mortal like yourself who can bleed, who can die. You continue to recite the lie over and over again inside your head until you are so convinced that it is the only possible truth that and the sad fact is that deep down you know it is a lie.”
“I AM GOD!”
“You know this, you’ve seen it. You’ve looked into the unfathomable void of my soul in the midst of battle and saw my eternal spirit burning brighter than a thousand sons. You know deep down what I am, what I can do and how far you will have to go to defeat me.”
An empty void, a husk with no soul, you are but a name and nothing more.
”I’ve seen your limit, Michael, I’ve seen your blood stained nails scratch against the glass ceiling, heard your please for acknowledgment, the sad begging of a broken man at his limit.”
“You’ve lost.”
“Before you’ve even begun the battle is over. You whimpering little sod, you don’t even realize it. You think there is some epic war to be won, some final prize to justify all your hard ships but in the end all there is will be pain if you continue down this road.”
“I offered you salvation, promised you suffering, now all your GOD has for you is the opportunity to run.”
Your emptiness eclipses everything.
”RUN!”
Preprogrammed drivel.
”For there be GODS at play here boy and you are no match for our awesome power. Once you may have had the potential to rise up like Job, to take from me the life you dreamed of but now you have nothing! You have nothing but bravado and flair, even your loveless little fairy tale is an empty promise to young girls dreaming of prince charming.”
“The way you two dole over each other is so indescribably desperate, it begs for the attention of the people around you.”
“LOOK! And see how much Laszlo loves Caffrey!”
“Oh we looked, we saw. We saw you not lift a finger to help her. We saw you watch as she writhed beneath the grip of another man. We saw as your tentacles fell from between your legs as SHE SCREAMED MY NAME!”
“Tell me, does she call out to GOD to when you limply lay atop her thrusting what’s left of your manhood into her? Do you look into her sparkling eyes and see my dark visage gleaming out as she secretly yearns for more.”
“Truth be told, every woman dreams of being treated like the whore she is.”
Her screams still echo in your feeble ears.
”You fight the inevitable, Michael. Because MY championship, MY company, MY Alexis and even you, MY son all belong to me. You are servants in my kingdom and the more you fight the more you will lose.”
“And you only have one thing left that I wish to taste.”
Alexis.
”Which strangely enough brings me to Cliff Clinton, a man who seemingly has nothing to lose, everything to gain and couldn’t be further from what I’d consider a challenger worth my time.”
The name brings utter disdain to my mind.
”You are the opposite of what the Age of X stands for, a weak man with a weak mind who has lucked his way through his miserable life. One of those undesirables who have things just sort of work out for them. Which is the only way I can explain your presence in this match.”
“Luckily I will not have to worry about.”
“MY Perfect Weapon will be dispatched to rid MY ring of such vile filth, I am above contact with a specimen such as yourself. Looking at you lowers my intelligence and if I were to actually touch you, I fear I’d contract Ebola or some other horrid disease.”
Disgusting.
”You’re a derelict, a leech suckling at the spoiled milk from societies sagging teets. MY Perfect Weapon would be doing all of us tax paying citizens of America a favor by ending your miserable life before you’re able to suck away anymore of our resources into the never ending void of your grubby little fingers.”
Appalling.
”Men like you disgust me Clinton. Unable and unwilling to better your life, living beneath the shoe of society while constantly begging for our table scraps. Looking down your nose at those with the drive enough to make something of ourselves as if your poverty gave you a better perspective on life.”
“You are nothing.”
“You are not a man, for a man would have put aside his own selfish endeavors to provide for his family. A man would have let nothing get in between him and his dreams. A man wouldn’t smile at his own ineptitude.”
My Age of X has no place for you, no home, all you will find is suffering unimaginable.
”Yes, MY Perfect Weapon will lower himself to your level, he will get his hands dirty and he will see the life wringed from your body. MY Perfect Weapon will walk away still the Man of Steel Champion and he will leave you like a blood stain in the middle of the ring, waiting to be scrubbed away.”
“You will be eradicated from the IWF and then forgotten.”
“Not even dust will remain for the wind to carry you away to a better place. There is no better place for the dregs like you, no sanctuary or heaven waiting on the other side, there is nothing but cold blackness, an empty void for you to spend eternity by yourself as you relive your failures forever playing on repeat in your own mind.”
“Forgotten by the ones you love.”
“One less mouth for the rest of us to feed.”
And you will suffer.
”Good riddance.”
A sick monster, a twister of dark matter
On a heavier trip than you can comprehend
A tornado trying to mend the life it shattered
Waiting for nothing to begin
A flat line, my insides are turning out
Night had fallen like it always does and with the night comes the madness, the drinking, the illicit encounters between mother and son, brother and sister and always he’s watching.
The man.
The monster…
The boy felt the touch of his mother, the warmth of her body against his, the moistness, the sweetness. He knew it was wrong but it always felt so good, so right. Neither ever knew the eyes of the beast were watching, neither ever cared enough to look.
She left him for the evening, her smiling, sleeping Angel, his little brother Nero quietly in the bed next to him. She couldn’t help but love them, her children, no matter what happened around them.
Cold steel pressed against the back of her head, heavy, hot breathe blew against the back of her neck. Anxiety welled up inside her but also a strange calm as she the thought about the end she knew was coming.
”You fucking whore.”
She didn’t respond, there was no point to anymore. She only closed her eyes and took a deep breath as he pressed the gun ever harder against the back of her head.
”You think you can fuck around on me?”
He turned her around so she could look him in his black eyes.
”How many dicks you jumped on, huh? Is it just that little faggot of a son of yours?”
Silence.
”Wouldn’t fucking surprise me if you jumped on every dick in town. Always was a little fucking slut.”
He moved the gun now and pressed it up underneath her chin. She gently moved her head down against the cold barrel which was slowly heating up with her own body heat.
”Do it.”
”You think I’m bluffing bitch?”
”Do. It.”
She looked past him and saw the shivering form of her sweet Angel. He looked like he was ready to pounce but she begged him not to with her eyes, pleaded with him to just stay back and let whatever was about to happen happen.
”I’m gonna fucking kill you, then I’m gonna make it look like a fucking suicide and tell those worthless little shits of yours all about it. I’m gonna tell them every single goddamn day what you were and how you couldn’t wait to get away from them.”
She tried to hold it back but a single tear finally escaped her eye as she watched her Angel, her sweet, sweet Angel and then…
Nothing.
I keep walking past the places I was born in
Now their faces are blank, shiny, and dead
I don’t recognize a thing, I can’t recall them
A closed book that I can never read again
A flat line, my insides are turning out
The lights fade, this final war starts now
”Oh Amber, my dear Amber, we don’t do this nearly enough.”
My smile is wide and warm, like a proper GOD.
”It used to be that we would dance naked into the night, you in my arms, me with my head against yours. I almost miss those long nights together, your screams of passion and terror mixed with my own gleeful joy and ecstasy.”
“You are a sight to behold.”
“Which is why it’s a shame you sully your good looks with that rotten mouth of yours. So much vile imagery spews forth from your mouth that I sometimes wonder how I found you desirable at all.”
“You know they say cursing is a sign of an unintelligent mind.”
In my mind’s eye I can still see her writhing beneath me, she paints an image of force but I remember the way she used to beg for it.
”Though our paths are not meant to cross in this match I know I will still find myself victim to your lovely vernacular. I’m so looking forward to the colorful way you try to re-imagine our history together. Though I do wonder if you try to change history because you know how little Renee is able to satisfy those carnal urges of yours.”
“After all, he is no GOD.”
“Yes, please Amber, tell me again how ‘puny’ this GOD is, what you say now means nothing when I have such vivid memories of you BEGGING this GOD to choke you, hit you, to force myself upon you. The pain was never enough; you wanted blood, whips, and chains. You got down on your knees and begged for my holiness to enter your mouth, you choked on it as it plunged into the back of your throat again and again and again.”
The memory plays vivid enough for me and I know she remembers all too well.
”Now you play house wife, attempting to cast aside your past like it never even happened. As if your some sort of wash board that can be erased and start a new. The whole of the IWF knows exactly who you are Amber. You are the whore by my side who happily betrayed the world for a moments worth of glory.”
“You ripped out hearts because I asked.”
“You’re no saint, you’re not even a reasonably good person. You’re masochist and a sociopath just like myself.”
So much a like.
”We play with the hearts of others, telling them we love them, pretending to be something we aren’t but in the end they always see the horrible black hearts with in. We always hurt the ones we claim to love and revert back to who we always were.”
“People don’t change, we only become more of who we are.”
“You can’t change Amber. You’re a demon, birthed by the same fire that brought me into the world. You’ve tasted the sweet nectar of the Gods and though you refrain from the drink now, like the alcoholic you will always find yourself falling off the wagon for just one last sip.”
“You WILL come crawling back to me. You WILL beg me for my Holiness again. You WILL destroy everything you’ve built in the name of your own selfish desires.”
“And I will be here waiting…”
The only difference is I do not lie to myself.
”Waiting to lift you up from your lowest point and feed you to MY GODDESS like the tasty little morsel you are.”
What a meal she will make.
”Survival of the Fittest, it’s all the Age of X has ever asked for and this Sunday Night we will get just that as we lay waste to the best the IWF has to offer. Sleep well and know by Monday morning all will be well.”
“Lord have Mercy.”
All of that is ending now for I have arisen
Survived myself somehow, dead and imprisoned
I’m fighting to live if I am to see the day
I swear I’ll never sleep again
I am no man’s slave
I wanted the fog to lift but I was living in a cloud
Nostalgia is grinding the life from today
The present always dies in future memories
And King me is killing me
Cut wide open and bleeding to death for all to see
The boy stood cold and alone outside his house wrapped in an old blanket, a blond haired girl curled up in his arms, a smaller boy by his side. Red and blue lights illuminated their terrified faces, except for his. The boy’s face was cold as steel, his black eyes piercing through the darkness at the Monster…
The monster that shed crocodile tears.
King me is killing me
Well howdy there pardner.