Journey Into My Ill Mind pt 3

by Jack Nightengale   Oct 1, 2012


The memories tease and taunt,
As they continuously turn to nightmares that haunt.
Even in mid day as I drive,
These images stay alive.

~flashback~

Only another year pass,
I was lucky to make if from that little crash.
To walk on my own two feet,
To here the silence of a still heart beat.

3 years go by,
Society kept me with blind eyes.
Abducted, kidnapped,
No gun or blade strapped.

Poisoned, and tranquilized, then put to rest,
Only to be someone's experiment, lab rat for test.
The ripping of my flesh, the breaking of my bones,
The only memory I try to leave alone.

The shadows are calling me, screaming my name,
No longer do I wish to be a guinea pig in this game.
A few days and all starts to heal,
No pain, no aches, but no heart beat still.

Voice appear out of nowhere...

(???)
Do you wish to be free?
Do you wish to be free of this pain?
Would you like to on a beach sipping a cold glass of iced tea?
Would you for all of this to leave your brain?

The questions this voice asked gave hope to stay alive,
But the experiments gave me more of a drive.
I wanted to be free but I wanted more,
I wanted to see their blood and corpse on the floor.

(me)
Set me free, and receive gratitude.
Give me a name, don't be rude.
Unchain these shackles and get me out,
After the cuts and bones heal, I'll kill them all with no doubt.

(???)
You'll get your your chance to do what you want,
You may have to suffer a bit more,
Your body, soul, spirit, and heart may get burnt.
With the chains that bind you, you'll never fly through the sky and soar.

I take my leave for now...

She left me there that day,
In the months that past, all life had seemed to fade away.
Thinking to myself that someday I'd be set free,
After ten months in that lab they decide to let me free.

Only to fight for their amusement,
Though I had lost all humanity and stayed through enslavement.
Through everything I didn't hate them, I embraced them,
The scientist that took me, out of everyone I trusted him.

So much blood to spill,
As I fought it gave me a thrill.
The cuts and broken bones healed like new,
The experiments and test helped me as I grew.

After all the fighting,
Two years of captivity, experiments, and test.
Carved into my arm came words to lighting,
It's over and I had over come their best.

(???)
Now is your chance, now is the time
Release the monster you've been since the day you were born.
Take their lives and bathe in their blood, it's not a crime,
Take back what they had torn!

Awaken little monster, and do as you're told,
Arise against the creatures who sought to control the bold!
Stand above the heavens and slay those in the light,
The ones that put you in darkness and forced you to fight!

With those words spoken all had been done.
All lay dead before my feet no where they could run.
Cut open from head to toe,
Healing As I feel the blood starting to flow.

Whispers in my ears as I leave that place destroyed,
Never again was I to be toyed.

(???)
You can call me Dark Mother,
I am by your side forever unlike all the others.
Embrace me and I shall save you from all,
Deny me and I see you fall.

On that day I embraced her,
She stayed as she had promised and I stayed warm like a coat made of fur.

Through all the times I had been clinically dead (13),
She never left me, and her voice and words remain in my head.

What happened?
When did things go wrong?

Questions I still ask and don't have an answer to.
What happened me, what happened to you?

Still I sit here and think back of more recent memories...

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  • 9 years ago

    by Kakera

    Oh beautiful monster, shackled and chained, my light may not reach your past. The Dark Mother beckons to us with her meager hands -- yet reach you nevermore, if my wishes came through.

    I will reach for the stars and rewrite your fate, for not even Atropos could cut through the bonds of my life-long hate -- and bestowed upon you a gift, a metamorphosis, that our Dark Mistress had created.

    Gaia reaches for our feet and pulls us closer -- but there is only one thing we say to Death: Not Today.

  • 11 years ago

    by AuggysMistake

    Wow.

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