IRC-Galleria

This morning I woke up inhumanly early. It was due to a very odd nightmare. As usual, it involved death. This time, however, the atmosphere was simply breathtaking. The vision was very short as it occured at the end of my dreaming phase. I was in a somewhat classical room for horror. In a house made mostly of old and rusty metal. Chains were hanging from the high ceiling.

My first sight was a piece light brown dead flesh crawling its way forward until it reached two other standing pieces of similiar flesh. I recognized these chunks of dead tissue as humans. The one crawling had no feet below his thighs, no skin and no blood. Very little was left of its face too. It had no recognisable facial features or even eyes for that matter.

It had a pair of hands, with which it crawled its way forward. My line of sight widened then. The two standing humans on either side of the crawling zombie were more intact, although also skinless and they consisted of dead, light brown chunks of dead flesh. They looked basically the same as the crawling zombie, with the exception that these still had their feet on.

There was a zombie dog on either side of the standing figure trying rip a meal out of their dead flesh. Then I recognized one of these standing figures as myself. I had a gun in my hand. It must have been difficult to hold it as most of my fingers had fallen off from the knuckles. And I couldn´t feel anything. I shot the crawling zombie before me in the head. With little effect.

The other standing figure suddenly ran to the door of the building yelling : "Bora!! We´re still alive!!" with a bloodchilling cry that will never escape my mind.Then I had a flashback of a group gone to investigate the place we were in. We must have been a part of that group. I somehow knew the rest of the group had fled after we had "died". I could move very slowly forward as I was thinking this sad fact. Would we end up as mindless and lifeless flesh-eating monsters? For some reason this thought didn´t encourage me much.

The last thing I remember is that I was looking down to my hand. With now all finger lost, I had only five knuckles in my almost transparent hand. It had so little flesh in it, that I could see floor right through it. I remember thinking... "How far can I fall apart? When will I lose my thoughts? Will everything turn to darkness soon, or will I be reduced to a single wiggling teespoon size chunk of rotting, light brown and dead flesh suffering from immobility until the end of time?" I panicced. Then I woke up. Rarely have I felt so disturbed from a nightmare.

This silence is killing me
I feel so lonely and cold
I´m hoping this can´t be
My mind´s balance sold

Please speak, even to yell
My fears creating a fence
My head only a warning bell
And my mind sees omens.

I fear.

I close my eyes and dream
A vision of myself smiling
Of joy I might even scream
With tears my eyes filling

Because I see you there
Your eyes shining bright
I have walked everywhere
Yet never seen such light

I run to you so fast
And you do the same
To each other everlast
We hold like insane

Then I awake in my bed
Seeing you by my side
To hope me you´ve led
To a joy that I can ride

I want you to have all
That I have in myself
You make me stand tall
You, my beautiful elf.

Great many thanks to Granfolm xP

TEHTÄVÄNANTO: Paljastan viisi omituista tapaani/piirrettäni. Tämän jälkeen valitsen seuraavat viisi ihmistä, jotka haastan tekemään saman perästä(paljastamaan viisi outoa tapaansa omaan päiväkirjaansa). Heidän tulee myös kirjoittaa nämä säännöt merkintäänsä. Linkitän haastamani ihmiset tämän merkinnän loppuun ja käyn ilmoittamassa heidän kommenttilaatikkoihinsa haasteesta ja tästä merkinnästä.

1. I tend to poke people all the time with 5,5 cm long metal spikes sticking out from the fingertips of my gloves.

2. About seven out of ten times I have odd dreams of blood, poetic dying, zombies or just plain grotesque dying. Most often I dream of myself dying.

3. I threaten to eat people quite often.

4. I have a tendency of considering myself to be a very mature person and quite often tend to create an insane hate toward immature people. Of course hiding it behind an expressionless face.

5. I can scream. VERY high.

Following five are challenged :

StrigoiMortii
VarjonUni
DirtyHarry
Smeag
PT1

Last weekend, for the first time in a time that feels like an eternity, I woke up in the mornigs feeling... happy. It was an odd but a very welcome feeling. For a change everything is beautiful. And I can smile as I remember the weekend. Now I can open my eyes and see brightness in my line of sight. I thank you.

Tiny people never cease to amaze me with their stupidity.... I was never like that. Why are they? Is it human? Apparently number eight is too difficult to use so we should use number three instead. It´s sort of an alter ego for it. It feels kind of eerie when your hair freezes on your face. It makes an evil crunching sound when you pull it off. It´s safe to say that it´s cold out there. I urge all despicable people go out and drink within the following nights. You´ll have a good chance to make the world a better place.

I reach out my hand
Toward the northern sun
Out of this cursed land
If I could I would run

But my feet are in deep
In the swampy ground
It thus prevents my sleep
By making a cold sound

I know they are broken
I can feel them gone
Swamp took it´s token
I hope it´s now done

So I a need a grasp
To my wounded arm
Pull me without a gasp
Make my world warm

My hand sliced in half
Blood blinding my eyes
Now as blind as deaf
All hope again dies.

----

I miss you.

Far is the last ray of light
For it the fairy sings
In the cold dark I´ll fight
For the happiness it brings

The birds tell me of a time
When the sun rises again
And feeling down is a crime
Maybe it will stop the rain

The red flow from the sky
Is raining down on me
Birds walk, they can´t fly
Tell me how can this be.

I swim in oceans of blood
I have drowned twice
Nothing stopping the flood
I simply have no dice

In this long night I pray
For the light from there
To bring here it´s ray
So I could my life bear.

"Most people think life sucks, and then you die. Not me. I beg to differ. I think life sucks, then you get cancer, then your dog dies, your wife leaves you, the cancer goes into remission, you get a new dog, you get remarried, you owe ten million dollars in medical bills but you work hard for thirty-five years and you pay it back and then -- one day -- you have a massive stroke, your whole right side is paralyzed, you have to limp along the streets and speak out of the left side of your mouth and drool but you go into rehabilitation and regain the power to walk and the power to talk and then -- one day -- you step off a curb at Sixty-seventh Street, and BANG you get hit by a city bus and then you die. Maybe."

Denis Leary

Well the year changed. And the world didn´t. Nothing will be different when I wake up in the morning. Or at least nothing will have changed for the better. It can always be worse, and, in time, it will be. I still hope that for the rest of you the upcoming year, will be a fortuituous one. I have only one thing to look forward to... the one thing upon which I have placed my last hope of reaching happiness. I dear not say what it is, because I fear that if I say it, it won´t come to pass. So I´ll just wait... and hope. Fortune and luck have abandoned me long ago. But I still must hope. Otherwise my existence will truly become pointless...