Mister E.
My eyes flutter, Light pouring in,
I blink, mumble aloud as memories rush back,
And I start to feel dread within.
Glass shattered, decimated upon the floor,
Blood pools beside it, leaking from the crack,
The one of the open bathroom door.
I attempt to stand, although attempt is the key word,
And as I stumble back, fall back down to earth,
I realize that, amidst all the chaos, not a sound is heard.
Another attempt proves successful, although shaky in motion,
I head towards the door, creaks at each step, and it is of worth,
That I note strange sounds begin to fill my ears: sounds of the ocean.
As I note this myself, I feel faint, and crash through door, only to see,
What is plain to be a room. Untainted and untarnished by naught,
But a mirror, which sits against the while wall daintily.
I slowly approach it and finally see my state.
Blood dripping down from my skull, I'm now fraught,
Not only by pain but also confusion... Alas, I am too late.
In my thoughtlessness I neglected to notice the figure approaching,
And although I cannot say it came bearing death and doom,
I can say I was not prepared for the terrors which are now encroaching.
--------------------------------Some Time Later---------------------------------------
Upon my thoughts they prey.
I can't quite remember who I was before, just don't presume,
That I am now without a path, a way.
I will escape this dark soul's clutches, its grimy claws
Will at some point let me go, with or without my own sanity.
I must make my way back to her. At this moment, I pause.
Who is this "her" I reference? I don't even remember my own name, let alone-
Evangeline. A moment of clarity shows its face, and hers too. Despite this insanity,
I have a person to look for, a goal to go towards. I feel as though finding her will atone.
For what, I am not sure. All I know is that something terrible is occurred.
For now, I wander these corridors, shuffling along, shackled but unrestrained,
By anything but my weariness, and my vision (along with my reality), is now blurred.
I blink, mumble aloud as memories rush back,
And I start to feel dread within.
Glass shattered, decimated upon the floor,
Blood pools beside it, leaking from the crack,
The one of the open bathroom door.
I attempt to stand, although attempt is the key word,
And as I stumble back, fall back down to earth,
I realize that, amidst all the chaos, not a sound is heard.
Another attempt proves successful, although shaky in motion,
I head towards the door, creaks at each step, and it is of worth,
That I note strange sounds begin to fill my ears: sounds of the ocean.
As I note this myself, I feel faint, and crash through door, only to see,
What is plain to be a room. Untainted and untarnished by naught,
But a mirror, which sits against the while wall daintily.
I slowly approach it and finally see my state.
Blood dripping down from my skull, I'm now fraught,
Not only by pain but also confusion... Alas, I am too late.
In my thoughtlessness I neglected to notice the figure approaching,
And although I cannot say it came bearing death and doom,
I can say I was not prepared for the terrors which are now encroaching.
--------------------------------Some Time Later---------------------------------------
Upon my thoughts they prey.
I can't quite remember who I was before, just don't presume,
That I am now without a path, a way.
I will escape this dark soul's clutches, its grimy claws
Will at some point let me go, with or without my own sanity.
I must make my way back to her. At this moment, I pause.
Who is this "her" I reference? I don't even remember my own name, let alone-
Evangeline. A moment of clarity shows its face, and hers too. Despite this insanity,
I have a person to look for, a goal to go towards. I feel as though finding her will atone.
For what, I am not sure. All I know is that something terrible is occurred.
For now, I wander these corridors, shuffling along, shackled but unrestrained,
By anything but my weariness, and my vision (along with my reality), is now blurred.
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It's nice to write again