OF A
MADMAN
It began some time ago. Exactly when I'm not sure for time has become an inert continuum of vacuity. All vigor and vitality, even the inner spirit has since bled from me. Clouded recollection arose one evening when I was entangled with exhaustion. I fell victim to rest. Slowly dispersing from the confines of consciousness, I drifted from the waking imprisonment of my soul, yet remained tethered to my sadistic being. I eased through this Eden adrift a crystal pure stream. Each sense was heightened by the pleasures that surrounded me. The soft hues and smooth contours, the hypnotic tunes. They all pulled me further from awakeness.
The luscious water was soothing my bare skin as I lie partially submerged in a cool environmental rich waist deep stream on a steamy torrid summer day. My presence was a natural as the polished algae free rocks resting on the streams bed. The smells of the carbonated air and dandelion decorated meadows, for which the stream was so innocently invading, took roots in my mind, and set into motion the growth of an orgasm, as does a seeds first drop of water.
My Eden was then enhanced with a female figure. As innocent as the night sky, her golden hair and petite essence approached. The seed submerged in my convolutions had now grown to a thornless rose, awaiting its opening. I had seen this figure before, but only in my mind, as my thoughts had created her in my dreams of the perfect everything. Set into motion she did, Love Making. As untouched fingers caressed my sides, our faces met. The rose petals began to open as she lowered her torso onto mine. My next breath stuttered. KaBooM......RuumBle.......another flash of light. Ting..........Ting, Ting .............Ting, Ting, Ting. I was awoken by a thunderous storm. Driving rain crashed into the pane, blackened clouds obscured the moonlight, the flash of light exposed my darling wife, but not all of her, for she was not all there.
Her gashed head had been harvested from her shoulders and was thrusted atop the floor lamp. An eerie reddened glow emanated from her sockets. A trickle of blood ran from the corner of her lip. From within her head was a crackling, and I could almost taste burning brains.
Slowly circling above were her appendaged arms jammed to the fins of the ceiling fan.
In horrifying disbelief I sprang from bed, first to the bathroom, but then to the kitchen as I heard a mechanical noise. As I entered I stared, frozen in terror.
Immenceable, unfathomable, a ghastly apparition had abated all senses. The lucid horror slithered its presence through me. Hurling fear into my inner heart and soul. In due time I was inflicted by the infectious evil. Not an exquisite evil, but a mind torturing, soul splattering, body snatching evil. I saw my infant daughter in the microwave, microwaving. Not even a year old she was now boiling from the inside out. Another flash of light and I saw him lurking in the darkness. After grabbing a carving knife I was in pursuit.
Racing through abandoned the streets I would occasionally see his reflection off a store front or picture window. Overcoming the obstacles of uprooted trees and fallen limbs, which have been intruded by the storm, quickly brought us to the "Golden Gate" cemetery. Once inside I chased his shadow to a ceremonial well where stood a tall stone bearing a large polished brass dedication plaque. That is where I met him face to face.
My chest tightened rock hard. As I gasped my lungs filled so close to bursting. The tendonous strings in my neck appeared. The muscles in my upper arms and legs flexed to their max, as my fingers and toes became lame and numb. My bowels loosened and conveyed nausea, but the thought took no priority. The whites of my eyes protruded (my only forward movement), as my pupils constricted.
What appeared to me must have been brewing in hells kitchen for centuries. I could no more put into words what I saw then explain life after death.
I was surely scared to death for I new my heart was no longer racing but astill. My face whitened, unconsciousness creeped, and my mind was ambushed by immencible horror. This incantation from the crypts of hell was now railing into my ora with merciless persistence. Yes it was motionless, yet it construed transparent weighty anvils and hurled them unremorsefully, crushing my soul.
It was an abominable looking creature, with rotting flesh, a volcanic complexion, and erupting veracies. It had cancerous lumps and thatched hair amassing its body. It was on two legs but no where near erect. It had lactating pustules and non-healing infectious scabs and an undeniable personality of death.
I lunged at the creature with the carving knife driving it hard and deep into the decomposing being.
I could now see the creatures reflection staggering in the polished brass dedication plaque with the knife in its mid-torso. After Looking down at my own gut and seeing the same knife, I had soon realized what I had done, and who I was.
An intoxicating thought came to my mind as I lay here in cerebral confinement. I now know that I possessed the ability to drift into a paradox of experiences. From a fortified evil to a glorified heaven, there were no limits. I was no different then any other in mind, or soul; however I was able to let my conscious exist apart from my unconscious. Unconscious, where there is no fact, no reality, no laws, no rules, no right, no wrong, no good, no bad, no should, no should nots.
I'm now not afraid to die for I will return home to the unconscious.