Labyrinth of the Perception, Blogisode 1

“Hello!” Screamed a scared voice amongst the darkness.
“I don’t understand what’s happening, can anyone hear me?”
The nervousness of knowing no one is available to combat the worries of isolation that is starting to the plague the scared voice’s mind. The scared voice hears something in the distance, a faint noise of movement, as if someone is dragging a wounded leg. The noises engulf the mind of the scared voice, producing graphic images of destitute and violence. The scared voice is fighting off tears, promising to herself that the fear is only in the thoughts. Voices in the distance quickly erased the noises from the forefront, allowing entry of a specific song.

“Wondering with no end is site
Trudging about impiously to the sprite
Shoeless blistered feet of height”

“Marching across the frozen landscape
Checking every dusty corner of hate
Examining the wall of musty green ivory gates”

“Accepting that the divider is hollow
Are made of limestone and dark shadows
Guiding one’s self shallow”

“What is the meaning of this?” the scared voice boldly sprouted into the cosmos. “I am not afraid, please show yourself. Stop being a coward, hiding in the darkness so that I cannot see you.” The scared voice allowed time for a response, nothing replied to the hostile invitation. As the scared voice senses the lyrics where nearby, taking a deep breathe the scared voice sprinted around the corner to see a light. Hoping a warm figure will be insight, disappointment was lingering in this illuminated space. She was about to start a new onslaught of verbal outlandishness, but the continuation of the song began.

“Life of all lives has started here
Death of all death will end near
Finding a way out this selfish fear
Being trapped is devastatingly unclear
Recollect! Remember! Evoke!
The countdown has begun to adhere”

“5, 4, 3, 2, 1
My song is loud like a smoking gun
As you navigate caverns of missing fun
See yourself out or you’ll be done”

One singular idea was planted in her mind. “Am I going to die?” Laugher rang out from hearing the unspoken question. The scared voice could only hear one phrase of the song repeating itself as it faded into the background.

“5, 4, 3, 2, 1
My song is loud like a smoking gun
As you, navigate caverns of missing fun
See yourself out or you’ll be done”

© 2012


Filed under Blogisode, Darkness, Dreams, Evil, Fantasy, Loneliness, Pain, Poetry, Short Story

4 responses to “Labyrinth of the Perception, Blogisode 1

  1. Wonderfully composed. Chapeau!

  2. Very intreresting post. It was very relavant. I was looking exaxtly for this. Thank you for your effort. I hope you will write more such interesting posts.

  3. ~L

    loved this!!!!!!! I am not one to read stories… a bit too adhd for that… but you had my undivided attention) can’t wait for part II 🙂

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